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Banjo Paterson - Sunrise on the CoastBanjo Paterson - Sunrise on the Coast
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Grey dawn on the sand-hills the night wind has drifted All night from the rollers a scent of the sea; With the dawn the grey fog his battalions has lifted, At the call of the morning they scatter and flee. Like mariners calling the roll of their number The sea-fowl put out to the infinite deep. And far overhead sinking softly to slumber Worn out by their watching the stars fall asleep. To eastward, where rests the broad dome of the skies on The sea-line, stirs softly the curtain of night; And far from behind the enshrouded horizon Comes the voice of a God saying "Let there be light." And lo, there is light! Evanescent and tender, It glows ruby-red where `twas now ashen-grey; And purple and scarlet and gold in its splendour Behold, `tis that marvel, the birth of a day!
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