Morning Hymn.

A poem by H. P. Nichols

Now a new day just begun,
I'll try to spend it well;
That I may have, when eveningcomes,
No naughty deeds to tell.

So through my life may every day
Be better than the past;
That God may take me, when I die,
To live in heaven at last.

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