May the coming of the dawn, With its tender shafts of rose, Be the symbol to my thought Of that Light divine that glows With a gentle, healing touch, Scattering dark and troubled thought With the hope, and cheer, and grace That are ever with it fraught. May the sunlight's shimmering gold, Causing earth to bud and flower, Make me think of God's dear love, With its wondrous joy and power.
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