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No. 22 - Song - Spirit of Dawn & Chorus - "The Coming of Dawn."
| Spirit of Dawn: | All the world is wrapped in slumber deep, On hill and dale and wood. The silent shadow'd brood, In their folds the flocks are all asleep, And from the fields around There comes no sound. On the brow of the sky faintly showing, Where the frown of the night gather deep, Line on line palest rose-tints are glowing, From the tips of the fingers that creep O'er the face of the night ever growing, Till the dawn, a child in its sleep, Softly stirs, and lo! behind a waning star A golden gleam of light appears afar. It is the dawn claiming her sway, It is the morn, breaking to day; Daylight is here, sings ev'ry bird, Bright and clear all their voices are heard; It is the dawn, laughs out the breeze, It is the morn, answer the trees, Darkness has fled, all nature wakes, Night is dead and morning breaks. Ah! Hail! bright dawn in an Eastern sky, In her rose-pink dress With her golden tress, Like an empress born as she mounts on high, All the voices of nature proclaim her sway, Hymning her Queen of day. |
| Chorus: | Hail! bright dawn in an Eastern sky, In her rose-pink dress With her golden tress, Like an empress born as she mounts on high, All the voices of nature proclaim her sway, Hymning her Queen of day. |
| Spirit of Dawn: | It is the dawn claiming her sway, It is the morn, breaking to day; Daylight is here, sings ev'ry bird, Bright and clear all their voices are heard; It is the dawn, laughs out the breeze, It is the morn, answer the trees, Darkness has fled, all nature wakes, Night is dead and morning breaks! And morning breaks! |
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