As dawn breaks softly with her golden light, The world wakes slowly from the arms of night; With the chirp of the birds, life begins anew, In the freshness of morning, dipped in dew.
- George Edmund Street
As dawn breaks softly with her golden light, The world wakes slowly from the arms of night; With the chirp of the birds, life begins anew, In the freshness of morning, dipped in dew.