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The Hour before the Dawn
Back comes the Wind full strength with a blow like an angels Wing,
Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: ‘The Sun! The Sun!’
And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing,
And the Wind dies down in the grass. It is Day and his work is done.
Gentle but waking the world, as he shouts: ‘The Sun! The Sun!’
And the light floods over the fields and the birds begin to sing,
And the Wind dies down in the grass. It is Day and his work is done.
So when the world is asleep, and there seems no hope of her waking
Out of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and moan,
Suddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking,
And every one smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul is his own!
Out of some long, bad dream that makes her mutter and moan,
Suddenly, all men arise to the noise of fetters breaking,
And every one smiles at his neighbour and tells him his soul is his own!
