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AT BREAK OF DAY. 



DAY danceth through the eastern skies, 

 So fair to see, 



So glad to be; 

 Traileth rare colors as she flies 



Both eagerly 



And happily ; 

 Stretched afar her arms of light, 

 Lifteth from earth the gloom of night, 

 Biddeth all life, with laughter bright, 



To joy awake 



And music make. 



Hope trippeth with her friend, the morn, 



Blithe as you find, 



And on the wind, 

 Lo, at their coming there is borne 



To every mind 



This message kind : 

 ''The past is dead — all things are new 

 Naught is to fear, for skies are blue, 

 Hope lives again, some hearts are true, 



And God is love, 



In His heaven above." 



— Sadie Elizabeth Myers. 



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