Then came dawn--the divine dawn that looked out from beyond a depression between two peaks. The nightingales stopped singing, and immediately finches, linnets, and wrens began to draw their sleepy little heads from under their moistened wings, shaking the dew from their feathers, and repeating in low voices, "_Svit! svit!_" ("Light! light!").
The earth awoke, smiled, and was delighted, because Song and Joy had not been taken from it.