Light from Memoriam by Summit Station

They call'd me fool, they call'd me arrogant child: 
They look'd upon my bruise and then they smiled: 
I found my angel mettle in the night; 
Its voice was low, the look was almost bright. 

It's light is mixed with life. It mixed with death. 
It yields a whisper of my wishful breath. 
From East to West they race and die away; 
'The dawn, the dawn,’ without a breath they say. 

Peace; come away: the song of woe 
Remains after all, an earthly song. 
Peace; come away: we do love wrong 
To sing so wildly: let us go. 

They call'd me fool, they call'd me arrogant child: 
They look'd upon my hope and then they smiled: 
From East to West we race and die away; 
'The dawn, the dawn,’ without a breath I say.

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