Before the Morning Arrived

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Before the morning arrived I rose
  To feed the soul;
The best and brightest thoughts I chose,
  The highest goal.

That moment will persist all day
  And change my view
Of all that happens along the way,
  And what I'll do.

What blessed choices have I made?
  To be content,
To come to a needy neighbor's aid,
  To not relent.

Yes, I must surely persevere,
  With no regret,
Look forward like a holy seer
  To what comes yet.