Day
The gray dawn on the mountain top Is slow to pass away. Still lays him by in sluggish dreams, The golden God of day. And then a light along the hills, Your laughter silvery gay; The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills, You come and it is day.
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"The gray dawn on the mountain top..."
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