From the golden morn
To the fiery noonI pray to God.
From the fiery noon
To the retiring eveI meditate on God.
From the retiring eve
To the starry nightI contemplate on God.
From the starry night
To the Golden DawnI sleep with God.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,The Wings of Light, part 9, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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