As when dear Rest and Peace
afford their time
To save Ungodly Hour’s disliked
repute,
And ember glow to not leave
destitute.
But should they not appear as so
desired,
And leave instead our hearts in
fear and tired,
We won’t awake again at break of
day,
Instead, we’ll close our eyes;
wish Light away.
And as the black Night ceases,
fades to gray,
As small nocturnal beings fade
away,
As silky pre-dawn Mist beholds
its end,
As bow the Shadows to Light’s
arm extend,
When maternal bird maintains her
song,
Makes clear her notes to tell of
tales long,
'Til when the Sun has climbed to
full bright face,
And ill of Sorrow’s night has
left no trace,
Our sleep will keep an air of
sweet sunrise,
And build a bridge of Life
But Dawn will have no audience to
see,
How bright its entrance to the
day will be.
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