Christmas (Come the morning)
Come the morning
sparkled bright
and clear
when drear night
turns away.
Come the morning
cloudless with
angels,
new as fresh snow,
guiltless.
Come the morning
unspoiled,
unbroken,
unambiguous
before the bigamy
of disparate ideals.
Come the morning
with the clarity
of freshly sprung
water.
Come the morning
smelling of
newborn.
Come the morning
and the gentle
cries
of the child.
Come the morning.
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