Children of the morn,play around for a while,Your father’s doleful;the clouds his visage hide,that his fair eyehe may align,upon great gloomsof the grey high,Play aroundfor just a while.Children of the morn,play around for a while,Ponder upon his lapthe world that’s nigh, ’bout which,to your heart’s content,upon the ray plumesenquire.Skip, prick, prod and shine.Children of theContinue reading “Day, arise!”