'T is always morning somewhere in the world.

 

'T is always morning somewhere in the world.
--
Orion (1843), Book iii, Canto ii. Compare: "'T is always morning somewhere", Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Wayside Inn. Birds of Killingworth, stanza 16.

 

Richard Henry Horne

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