Sunrise

Days, love, spent without thy presence bright,

were not days to me, but dreary night;

Now, since I do know thou art returning,

glad I hale the dawn of sunlit morning.

When the light of day thro' darkness breaks,

unto life this slumb'ring earth awakes;

magic sounds, from hidden sources swelling,

soar to heaven, of joy and gladness telling.

Spent in dreams of thee, a life awaits

thee, whose magic presence joy creates.

Come! In strains of love's praise 'tis singing,

unto thee the morn's fair greetings bringing.