The Dawn’s awake!
     A flash of smoldering flame and fire
Ignites the East. Then, higher, higher
     O’er all the sky so gray, forlorn,
The torch of gold is borne .

The Dawn’s Awake!
     The dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills.
And music singing in the hills
      A paean of eternal spring
Voices the new awakening.

The Dawn’s awake!
     Whispers of pent up harmonies,
With the mingled fragrance of the trees;
     Faint snatches of half-forgotten song–
Fathers! Torn and numb–
     The boone of light we craved, awaited long,
Has come, has come!