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Dedication
At first light when the mists of mornng rise
and birds sing from their branches to the world
the morning-star ablaze in eastern skies
silk petals of the damask rose unfurled
Or at evening in the golden light
when dust has settled on the rose at last
and hush descends before the velvet night
I glory in my garden unsurpassed
Yet by your eyes is dimmed the morning-star
your voice has hushed the blackbird's melody
harsh beside your touch rose petals are
so wondeful is God's gift to me