The Promise of Dawn

The dawn was breaking in the east,
The world was coming back to life,
To pain and sorrow, rest and strife;
The noise of night things all had ceased.

The dawn, all rosy, full of joy,
From over the hills and far away,
Was coming with its gift of warmth;
Our souls sang out a tender lay.

Were it not for the promise of dawn,
We might stay chilled from the night,
But we know its blessed coming
Its promise of life and light.