Morning Glory
A simple vine binds the ground,
Pulls the weight of fear down,
Creeps up fences barbed and high,
Past point of gun to spy.
Though at night it be closed, down cast,
The morning brings the flower at last;
Silent white trumpets herald in glory,
Rise up and reclaim the nation’s story.
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