At conclusion of night gloomy,
The crimson morning came...
On life-river's many melodies,
You applied color's paint.
On eastern sky the sun appeared,
Beside my expectation-heaps...
By glimpse of hue, ebon-destroying,
You withdrew disgrace.
In pigment's current, its girdle of form,
Variety's cradle of heart...
An abstract life, by Your divine sport,
Trip's paradise it became.
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Lord, You color me elated.
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