by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Dawn
Language: English 
The night is breathless, black, and tense,
A threatning cloud, o'er all the stars is drawn, 
E'en mem'ry of past light is driven hencel
Yet seе, God sends the dawn.

A brooding silence, hovers o'er my soul, 
My heart is quiv 'ring with memry's rue; 
In weariness I faint, nor dare the goal, 
Yet see, ah, see, God sends me you!

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This text was added to the website: 2025-05-04
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