"What of the night?"

LIEUT. COL. ROBERT E. KEY

The sleeper wakes—
And though the night be long,
It is awakening makes
The morning song
So delicate and dear,
To human ear.

New courage take;
And out of earth and ease
Awake! awake!
To love and labor
With the angel throng
Who fly their banner
From the folds of dawn,
Proclaiming peace
And happiness new-born.
A glad, sweet prelude
Of the life to be;
Striking deep chords
Toward eternity.