[Written for the Sentinel]

Light

The morning breaks, athrill with life and light,The whole creation sings in rhythm right,While joy exultant cries, in upward flight,Love is supreme.

Across the west night casts her shadows gray,Then over all the darkness holds its sway,Yet, looking up, I see the light and say,Love is supreme.

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