Always Morning...

"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 songs of love!

And when you think of this, remember too

'Tis always morning somewhere, and above

The awakening continents; from shore to shore,

Somewhere the birds are singing evermore."

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow