When The White Dawn Comes I Shall Kneel To Welcome It; The Dread That Darkened On My Eyes Shall Vanish And Be Gone. I Shall Look Upon It As The Parched On Fountains, Yet It Was The Blinding Night That Taught The Joy Of Dawn. When The First Bird Sings, Oh, I Shall Hear Rejoicing, And All My Life Shall Thrill To It And All My Heart Draw Near. I Shall Lean To Listen Lest A Note Elude Me, Yet It Was The Fearsome Night That Taught Me How To Hear. When The Sun Comes Up I Shall Lift My Arms To It; The Fear Of Fear Shall Fall From Me As Shackles From A Slave. I Shall Run To Hail It, Free And Unbewildered, Yet It Was The Silent Night That Taught Me To Be Brave.