The slow founts of dawn
On a cool winter’s day
Cast but one momentous shadow
Where the new fawn once lay
Pausing silently in the moment
Sensing fresh dew on the sod
Delight in the advent
And the glory of God
That still in the early
And the middle of morn
Forget for one moment
Life’s trials and its scorn
So tell me of virtue
Sweet family and home
Tis’ my God of Thee
Give me this moment alone
Morning shall soon pass
As I linger and yearn
Praying my God of Thee
For this moment’s return