Dawn Amid Scotch Firs
The furtive lights that herald dawn
Are shimmering 'mid the steel-blue firs;
A slow awakening wind half stirs
And the long branches breathe upon;
The east grows clearer—clearer—lo,
The day is born! A refluent flow
Of silver waves along each tree
For one brief moment darlingly
Are shimmering 'mid the steel-blue firs;
A slow awakening wind half stirs
And the long branches breathe upon;
The east grows clearer—clearer—lo,
The day is born! A refluent flow
Of silver waves along each tree
For one brief moment darlingly
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