The Morning Pouring Everywhere, Its Golden Glory

And As She Looked Around, She Saw How Death The Consoler, Laying His Hand Upon Many A Heart, Had Healed It Forever.

Read From Some Humbler Poet, Whose Songs Gushed From His Heart, As Showers From The Clouds Of Summer, Or Tears From The Eyelids Start.

The Star Of The Unconquered Will, He Rises In My Breast, Serene, And Resolute, And Still, And Calm, And Self-possessed.

Fair Words Gladden So Many A Heart.

When We Walk Towards The Sun Of Truth, All Shadows Are Cast Behind Us.