How bright to see the early rays
Of sun awakened from the dark,
When it returns and brings the days
Their mighty rise and as an ark
Collects survivors to the glee,
Where joy returns to weak and sore,
Retrieving rivers, streams of free,
And waves of hope bring life ashore,
So you and I and friend of thee
Could once again from night be free!
Morning hymn
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