Gleaming rays of sunlight,
Poke feebly through storm clouds last evening
And this morning,
Ah, this morning;
It shines full force,
Driving away the last vestiges of winters chill.
It is strange to have such joy on the morn’ of such a somber holiday/
But today, I will say rejoice!
The rain and the winter and the snow has passed,
Or is there more to come?
But the bright sun shine hurts my poor eyes!