Heaven Wakes At The Break Of Dawn,
Mortals Slept Through Somber Lorn!

The Starry Stars Were Watchful Till The End,
And Left No Traces With Each Passage Drenched!

The Rising Of The Setting Sun,
On Each Passing Bells From Grace To Grace;

The Age Of Man with No Retrace,
All Bright And Dark Would Nature Hum,
With Every End A Blissful Trot.