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Recorded Reading (1:03):

https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/vt2x508jktw8i5btx31h4/Gates-of-Dawn.mp3?rlkey=ha2bxm1mtbl4h5mrhakdyxu6z&st=1yieiinu&dl=0

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Gates of Dawn

At the new start of each and every day
We stand, as children do, before the gate
Of work, and love, and recreation’s play —
Of everything we may in it create

What though through seeming sultry sameness we
Will to the day beforehand this one go?
What though appears duty’s mundanity
Ever anon envelopes us — what though?

There walk beside us triumphs, tragedies,
Titanic struggles and quiet despair;
Were we to appreciate all of these —
Were we of our companions well aware,

We’d hasten all the kindnesses to do
By which their blessing — and our own — accrue

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