The dawning of the morning

Come early morning And behold the beauty of the morning Birds cherishing their early gawking To Savage the dawning of the morning! The graves at least ease their mourning To adjure the serenity of the morning Because, all that is in the morning, Is Peace that surpasses all understanding. Oh! Just come in the morning when immortals travailleth the dawning Of that great ressurection morning To joyously behold the Son of the Morning! Even though the sound of darkness prevailing, Abhors! Nature is crying travailling ...to manifest jewels of the morning And behold sons and daughters solemnly revealing.