A Greeting

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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 fields 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.

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