Come here rise with me br Mornings of the heart br Love is sweet and free br From the hours start br Given in to rise br Glowing new sky br Nowhere gray’s disguise br In its stepping high br br Over clouds that drift br Every curtain line br Up and up to lift br To make new sunshine br Tangling the rust br On earth's field br Ages to coming dust br Stories are still wheeled br br Through the open door br Every aspect goes br Riches and what they store br Wealth of green grows br Mother Nature’s thrill br Deserts sands that blaze br To new dreams fulfill br Your irresistible bright ways br br br *(The poem above was put up as it is, because I fell once in love with a poem called: br br Africa br br Written by Maya Angelou br br Thus she had lain br sugercane sweet br deserts her hair br golden her feet br mountains her breasts br two Niles her tears. br Thus she has lain br Black through the years. br br Over the white seas br rime white and cold br brigands ungentled br icicle bold br took her young daughters br sold her strong sons br churched her with Jesus br bled her with guns. br Thus she has lain. br br Now she is rising br remember her pain br remember the losses br her screams loud and vain br remember her riches br her history slain br now she is striding br although she has lain.)br br Peter S.