Grace is a sunrise glowing with soft shades of
Crimson
and cream, magenta and gold,
A
treasure more precious than
Diamonds
and rubies with
More
tranquil bliss
Than
the seven seas hold.
And
mercy embellishes sweet symmetry
Between
bashful benevolence and
Baleful
bluster
With
all the allure and elegant import
The
sun and stars and moon might muster.
Awash
with propriety
Drenched
in decorum
Lustered
by dignity’s first blush of day,
The
classes adore you,
The
masses adorn you with
Laurels
and accolades in disarray.
On
point and demure
In
both taste and gentility,
Grace
is the difference that brightens the way.
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