Could This Be a Dawn?

As a six-year-old, I used to sneak outside early each morning to watch the dawn come. I wondered then how anyone could stay in bed when the sun was just rising. Who could sleep through dew-diadems on roses and tuning-up robins? And anyway, I had to thank God for a new, fresh day.

What a contrast to the explosion of the alarm clock at seven and the welter of petty worries and list of things yet undone that crowded into my consciousness in later life!

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