As rising morn shows
Its fair countenance agains the dusky night,--
As the clear spring, when winter's gloom is gone,--
So also the golden Helen was wont
To shine out amongst us.
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I don't have a bank account because I don't know my mother's maiden name.
by Robert HaydenSundays too my father got up early
And put his clothes on in the blueback cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made