Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
My pockets nothing hold,
But he that owns the gold,
The Sun, is my great friend--
His spending has no end.
Hail to the morning sky,
Which bright clouds measure high;
Hail to you birds whose throats
Would number leaves by notes;
Hail to you shady bowers,
And you green field of flowers.
Hail to you women fair,
That make a show so rare
In cloth as white as milk--
Be't calico or silk:
Good morning, Life--and all
Things glad and beautiful.
Hi Davis, Nice to say, 'The sun is my great friend' and I will add to complete the day, 'And the moon is our night friend Thy wishes us have dreamy-rest.' Congratulatins for your optimistic poems.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hi Davis grate saying and wonderful poem congratulation to your good work.