Morning has broken...
The post title is the title of a 1913 Christian hymn sung by Cat Stevens that I often listen to on my morning walk/run. I had to look up the lyrics in the second verse because as Stevens sings it — and I've listened closely, over and over — it sounds like this: Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from Heaven Like the first cue ball on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where His feet pass But there can't be a cue ball in Eden!