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In poetry and painting and fiction we see / Such praise for the Dawn of the Day, / We've long since been convinced that a sunrise must be / All Glorious and Golden and Gay.
But we find there are mornings quite foggy and drear, / With the clouds in a low-hanging pall; / Till the grey light of daylight can hardly make clear / That the sun has arisen at all.