Sunrise marks the end of the winter night
Sparkling stars of dew drops on the leaves
Santa's gifts of chirping dolls perched on trees
The whistling carol song of the midnight gale
For those tending to reach the stables at yonder vale
Guiding stars parade the dark sky at a great height
Traversed over lands the moon reaches the setting vales
Whence the king of night bows down into the vale
To witness the rise of the kindly leading light
Awaken all men from the slumber of sinful night
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