At first begin we it should seek,
For best passing through the day’s keep.
Through the prevent of bleakest dawn,
It may be got in heart to crown.
Its welcome holds us complete,
With foreign demands to greet.
Age’s advance yields to youth’s return,
While the own for it our soul does yearn.
Not happiness,
Not wealth,
Not beauty be want,
Once in joy the morning starts.
jpR
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