Author Georgia Douglas Johnson The peerless boon of innocence, The first in nature's list,Is fading, ere the rising sun The world awake has kist.The early dew upon the grass, The purity of morn,The glint that lies in virgin cheek, Frail cobwebs—of the dawn. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments