Awake, for earth is waking,
Sing, for all nature sings;
The year's bright morning breaking
Calls to all living things.

Trees, flowers and birds, 'tis dawning
A daybreak bright and glad;
Arouse sad hearts, 'tis morning,
Why should a soul be sad?

The clouds their white robes trailing
Through seas of blue are borne;
The winds have hushed their wailing,
The skies have ceased to mourn.

And only tears of gladness
O'erflow heaven's starry eyes;
And smiles undimmed with sadness
Light up the perfect skies.