The last one has faint crepuscular rays.
Day: July 26, 2010
J-K-L
G-H-I
Gliding o’er the glimmering sea
And all we dream or wish for thee
The birthday morn when thou art three
When the days are all the same to thee
Here upon the quivering margin
Every star in yonder welkin
To grace henceforth Time’s diadem
In the years that followed
when days were dark
Beneath such skies
what need of chart?














