The Dawning Day

CLARENCE A. BUSKIRK.

The world is growing weary
Of its fiendish roars,
Of the wreckage of mankind
On forlorn and barren shores.
The weary world is waiting
For the light of Truth and Love,
For the light whose warmth can reach us
From the holy heights above!

O, lift us from our dungeons
Into the joy of light!
Let our fetters fall away
With the terrors of the night!
For we faint! we fall! we perish!
Our hearts are cold and dumb!
Let the morning's glad deliverance
To the needy swiftly come!

Hail! the splendor of the dawn,
Of a world-encircling light
Comes at last! and flee the shadows
Of the long and waiting night.
'Tis the bursting of the bloom
And the fruitage-time in one;
'Tis the hour of welcome-songs
To the long-awaited sun!