A flash of smoldering and fire lignite the east then higher, higher o'er all the sky so gray ,forlorn torch of is borne . The dawn of thousands dreams and thrills and music singing in the hills a paean of eternal spring voice the new awakening. whisper of pent-up harmonies with the mingled fragrance of the tree faint snatchers of a helf-forgotten song--the boon of light we crave awaited long has come has come.