From Mercy Hayworth's book of poems and stories
September 1, 1691
Morning breaks across the hill
Flood of sun, a steady spill
Sings the dawn, a heady trill
Be gone, night! Be gone, chill!
Birds take flight, across the mist
Into velvet blueness kissed
All around, above, amidst
Light now reigns and will persist
Until the hours fade to gray
Begins the end of this new day
It soars without me to heav’n – away!
The morrow waits and I must stay