The Promise of Dawn

• The dawn was breaking in the east,
  The world was coming back to life,
  To pain and sorrow, rest and strife;
  The noise of night things all had ceased.
  
  The dawn, all rosy, full of joy,
  From over the hills and far away,
  Was coming with its gift of warmth;
  Our souls sang out a tender lay.
  
  Were it not for the promise of dawn,
  We might stay chilled from the night,
  But we know its blessed coming
  Its promise of life and light.
  
  MEV