Good morning, Life--and all <br />Things glad and beautiful. <br />My pockets nothing hold, <br />But he that owns the gold, <br />The Sun, is my great friend-- <br />His spending has no end. <br /> <br />Hail to the morning sky, <br />Which bright clouds measure high; <br />Hail to you birds whose throats <br />Would number leaves by notes; <br />Hail to you shady bowers, <br />And you green field of flowers. <br /> <br />Hail to you women fair, <br />That make a show so rare <br />In cloth as white as milk-- <br />Be't calico or silk: <br />Good morning, Life--and all <br />Things glad and beautiful.<br /><br />William Henry Davies<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-greeting/
