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Promise.

Apple orchards, the trees all covered
with blossoms,
Wheat fields carpeted far and near
in vital emerald green;
The eternal, exhaustless freshness
of each early morning;
The yellow, golden, transparent haze
of the warm afternoon sun,
The aspiring lilac bushes with
profuse purple and white flowers.
Walt Whitman.

O' Joyous Day O! Smile of God;
To hearten all who toil and plod;
We hail thee, Conqueror and King,
We hug our golden chains & sing;
"Good morning!"
Thos. A Daly