When the gold-embedded sun
Bursts forth from the mists
of dawn.
And rises on a happy,
dreaming world,
Tis’ then my heart
With sweetest rapture fills—
My past cares are forgotten
My hopes are born anew
As thru the magic glory of
the morn
I see great things in store for me and you.
Love’s Courage
When the gold-embedded sun Bursts forth from the mists of dawn. And rises on a happy, dreaming world, Tis’ then my heart With sweetest rapture fills— My past cares are forgotten My hopes are born anew As thru the magic glory of the morn I see great things in store for me and you.
Dorothy Smith September 1932