[Written for the Sentinel.]

The Dawning Day

The world is growing wearyOf its fiendish roars,Of the wreckage of mankindOn forlorn and barren shores.The weary world is waitingFor the light of Truth and Love,For the light whose warmth can reach usFrom the holy heights above!

O, lift us from our dungeonsInto the joy of light!Let our fetters fall awayWith the terrors of the night!For we faint! we fall! we perish!Our hearts are cold and dumb!Let the morning's glad deliveranceTo the needy swiftly come!

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