Hail, hail the toll of morning’s bell
Our God did not forget
*The innocent brightness
Of a newborn day
Is lovely yet
From century to century
The dark dawn’s spark begets
And *the innocent brightness
Of a newborn day
Is lovely yet
Holy, holy, arise, my love
See what God’s grace hath let
Where *the innocent brightness
Of a newborn day
Is lovely yet
Time cannot dim the love of Him
Whereby its gauge is set
And *the innocent brightness
Of a newborn day
Is lovely yet
Arise, arise, for who can say
How many morns are left
Where *the innocent brightness
Arise, arise, for who can say
How many morns are left
Where *the innocent brightness
Of a newborn day
Is lovely yet
© Janet Martin
Inspired by *this line from a poem by William Wordsworth
entitled Intimations of Immortality
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