"From the rising of the sun to the going down of it and
from east to west, the name of the Lord is to be praised!
(Psalm 113:3)
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In the morning, very early,
That's the time I love to go
Barefoot where the fern grows curly
And grass is cool between each toe,
O a summer morning-O!
On a summer morning!
That is when the birds go by
Up the sunny slopes of air,
And each rose has a butterfly
Or a golden bee to wear;
And I am glad in every toe-
Such a summer morning-O!
Such a summer morning!
"Barefoot Days"
Rachel Field
(1894-1942)
American novelist, poet,
and children's fiction writer
Author of the book,
"Hitty, Her First Hundred Years"
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