Day

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by Paul Laurence Dunbar

The gray dawn on the mountain top
Is slow to pass away.
Still lays him by in sluggish dreams,
The golden God of day.

And then a light along the hills,
Your laughter silvery gray;
The Sun God wakes, a bluebird trills,
You come and it is day.

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