The Dawn
I
N THE beginning God . . .” and the dawn
was lit:
A flame of glory across the waiting world
As the wild fowls took their flight, and behold-
ing it
He saw that it was good, and his right hand
hurled
The sea from the land, and the dark he bade be
gone.
Then he turned to make man from the dust of
the earth,
And gave him understanding, and the dawn
Was like a trumpet heralding a birth.
Across the years—another dawn—and One,
Who had dwelt with splendor before the world
began,
Came out of the glory, as a burst of sun
Pierces the darkness, to be the hope of man.
O morning radiance that sets us free
From the dark thraldom of a troubled night,
Our praise will lift throughout Eternity
For spiritual wings, and for the Light! the Light!
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