Mazel tov
Ah! ‘Tis the dawn chorus.
Gleams, the dewy mountains before us;
Drowsy dreams, bidding Adieu
Falling apart for a life anew.
Hail! The blithe skylark again,
Singing aloft, setting no pain.
“Hold on to the trident above-
Maketh of faith, hope and love”.
Bless ‘Tis a morn with a promise,
Not yet stale to dismiss.
A prayer in the making finally,
That today we wake eternally.
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