Redeem our days from the shadow black And the wastes which bitter waters wore - New Light for the lamps decay Which shone on the old world's youth, And the wise man watches for a ray Of the undiscovered Truth : Long hath he looked through the midnight dim,Let the glorious Day-Spring visit him! Must the Earth's last hope like a shadow flee? Oh when will the bright restoring be, And the glory come again. Of our promised spring, with its blessed dew- THE END. |