At the Sun, Smile

In the morn

The sun will rise in Heaven's Court

And like Gabriel

Speak of your kindness to me

It will yield

Yet its usual flash of vive

Supplying the pep and ginger

My heart needs to thrive

The dead of night...

That might provide solitude

For long-aching souls

It's in the morn

When the sun pierces

Us all back to life

All products of a kindness

Saying, "Let there be light"

And we are.