Of Each Newborn Day

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

Of a newborn day

Is lovely yet

© Janet Martin

Inspired by *this line from a poem by William Wordsworth entitled Intimations of Immortality