 The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Anita Sloma Martinez. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher and higher o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills, a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills, a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Caitlin Buckley. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills, a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Ethan Hurst. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills, a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Newgate Novelist. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Florence Short. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Graham Scott Cheltenham England, GrahamScottAudio.com. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Harman Busby, February 12th, 2020, Clayton, North Carolina. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Julian Pratley. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Kevin S. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Laurie Wilson. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills, and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Lily Tway, Ontario, Canada. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Tavars. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. The Dawn's Awake by Otto Leland Bohannon, read for LibriVox.org by Phil Shempf. The Dawn's Awake, a flash of smoldering flame and fire ignites the east, then higher, higher, o'er all the skies so gray forlorn the torch of gold is born. The Dawn's Awake, the dawn of a thousand dreams and thrills and music singing in the hills a peon of eternal spring voices the new awakening. The Dawn's Awake, whispers of pent-up harmonies with mingled fragrance of the trees, faint snatches of half-forgotten song, fathers torn and numb, the boon of light we craved awaited long, has come, has come. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.