The Dawn's awake paraphrase 3

I tried to paraphrase the third stanza by myself. Please help me write a perfect one by correcting the mistakes.

Text

The Dawn’s awake!
Whispers of pent-up harmonies,
With the mingled fragrance of the trees;
Faint snaches of half-forgotten song—
Fathers! Torn and numb,—
The boon of light we craved, awaited long,
Has come, has come!

Paraphrase The faint short parts of the half-forgotten song, the repressed harmonies and the fragrance of the trees are announcing the approach of the boon of light we were so desirous for and for which our forefathers tried so hard.

Thanks.