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Bright Air

By John Robert Quinn / October 8, 1980



Bright air Of morning, fill The world to the brim With hope. Restore The meadow's sight. Give every hill Breath to climb Steep skies once more. Bright air Of summer, let No heart despair Whether it wake To wrens or bare Fire escape. Give New purpose to them Who scarcely live.

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