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Evelyn Pyne

"Day-Dawn" (karaoke)

"Day-Dawn" (sheet music)


Ye are weary, O my brothers,

And my eyes grow dim with tears

For your burdens wax more heavy

With the heavy-handed years.

Hearken! Hearken! O my brothers,

Now a sweet new day appears.

 

Through the darkness, O my brothers,

Ye have toiled in heaviness,

Stinting neither soul nor body,

Striving forward still to press.

Hearken! Hearken! O my brothers,

Swift the daylight comes to bless.

 

Young men 'reft of love, my brothers,

Maiden's beauty worn away,

Old men sad and sore with labor,

Children with no time to play.

Hearken! Hearken! O my brothers,

What the grand new time will say!

 

Equal rights it gives, my brothers,

To the eagle and the dove;

Right to air and light and knowledge,

Right to rise your toil above.

Hearken! Hearken! O my brothers,

For this new great Right is Love.

 

Fight; yet pity, O my brothers;

Save the darkened soul that prays.

Ye were night-bound; grow not hardened;

Strength is merciful always.

Hearken! Hearken! O my brothers,

Nor grow mad in coming days!

 

Soon the trumpet, O my brothers,

Will arouse ye for the fight,

And the day must dawn in darkness

That shall end in perfect light.

Hearken! Hearken! O my brothers,

Wrong must ever herald right!


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