Day Dawn, 85

VI.

DAY DAWN.

'' I ^HE dim gray dawn, upon the eastern hills,

Brings back to light once more the cheerless scene ; But oh ! no morning in my Father's house Is dawning now, for there no night hath been.

Ten thousand thousand now, on Zion's hills. All robed in white, with palmy crowns, do stray.

While I, an exile, far from fatherland, Still wandering, faint along the desert way.

O home ! dear home ! my own, my native home ! O Father, friends ! when shall I look on you ? When shall these weary wanderings be o'er. And I be gathered back to stray no more ? 8