Think every morning when the sun peeps through

“Think every morning when the sun peeps through

The dim, leaf-latticed windows of the grove

How jubilant the happy birds renew

Their old melodious madrigals of love!

And when you think of this, remember too,

‘Tis always morning somewhere, and above

The wakening continents; from shore to shore,

Somewhere the birds are singing evermore.”

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow