E-arly break of dawn
L-ets the beacon appear;
E-vening shadows fade,
T-wilight is no longer
H-ere.
B-ehold the break of dawn,
O-pen your eyes and look,
N-ew morn has broken,
C-omforting the saddest nook.
A-pril thirtieth Sunday,
L-onely dusk is gone;
E-ach cloud turns white,
S-ee the break of dawn.
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