Day and Night
Dark Morning
Dark Morning
When the dark night so thick about us lies
None should surmise
A near sunrise,
When, low unto the sleeping valley bowed,
A weeping cloud
Doth us enshroud,
When, although dull and heavy earth be mute
Their jubilant salute
Alert birds flute,
Each chorister with clear and confident hymn
Calling the seraphim
To warrant him,
Ah, then we know that with delighted zest
Shall rightly be expressed
All we have guessed;
And know that we, when ultimate sunrise
Hath outranged our surmise
With strange surprise,
Like homing birds, out of this darkling dream
Flown to the Supreme,
Shall find our theme
Fast knit into the tissue of the symphony
Sustained everlastingly
By the glassy sea;
For these enthusiast passages do secretly belong
To the redeemed throng
Their new song.