David Lang - 14. In the Dawn of Morning | Текст песни

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• 14. In the Dawn of Morning

In the dawn of morning there lay the poor little one, with pale cheeks and smiling mouth, leaning
against the wall; she had been frozen to death on the last evening of the year; and the New-year’s
sun rose and shone upon a little corpse! The child still sat, in the stiffness of death, holding the
matches in her hand, one bundle of which was burnt. “She tried to warm herself,” said some. No one
imagined what beautiful things she had seen, nor into what glory she had entered with her
grandmother, on New-year’s day