'A Morn by the shore

A quiet morn doth spark the sun's first rays

O'er misty meadow lit in magic haze

A river streams to distant shore away

Not a single ripple will host its chill

Till I have done with many a thought

Light sparkles on the river and still

Illuminating visages a'caught

Beneath the morn's bewitching prelude

Upon the glassy banks of yonder river

Coy birds delight in sweet, dwindled brume

As musing nature hums a placid sliver

Sun-drenched rays upon the meadows glisten

The graceful drapery of morn's light engulfs

Lush life features around the ruins of an old mission

And under sung of murm'ring river floods

Now shadows of the trees in raft we say

While speaking of an ancient age

We watch the gurgling river float away

As dawn's fog meets its meeting gauge.