How magnificent it is to have a bright and fair day.
The leaden dawn on the mountain peak
Is slow to pass away.
Still places him by in slothful dreams,
The golden God of day.
And then a glow along the hills,
Your laughter silvery gay;
The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
You come and it is day.
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