The evening light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1881-1883, 1882-06-17


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HYMN OF THE DAWN.
T. H.
The morning comes that shall be bright and
glorious;
Soon will the Heavens TEEN with light and
song,
And human right at last shall be victorious
Ger human wrong.
1t comes in undulations mild and tender,
Rolling upon the darkness of the mind;
Man, let it enter ere with sudden splendor
1t strike you blind.
Arise, ye Men! Arouse, we blinded Nations
Turn toward the light and see the Morning
dawn;
Open the windows of your habitations,
The night has gone.
See We not Morning on the misty mountains
That sea of light from Truths exhaustless
fountains
Shall never end.
uth-loving souls that in the Heretofore
Bore human lanterns delving in the mines
Shout "It is Morn at every neighbours door,
1.-THE great Sun Shines"
Help our poor sleeping brothers start and
weep,
And nations groan with Fears and Agitations;
Cry out aloud, We men, arise from sleep
Arouse, ye Nations!
Grid armor on-but not to wound your broth
ers;
We all must strve-not in bloody field,
But struggle with the Night surrounding others
Till Darkness yield.
Thou monstrous mother Of all monstrous
wrongs,
Who goreed the night with agonies and
crimes
Thou goddess Selfshness! hear you not songs
From spirit chimes?
Hear you not warnings? While the dawn re-
joices
Put out the SELF take the fraternal in:
"Harmony is religion" say these voices,
"And Discord SIM"
IT'S thou for Evil hast constructed mansions,
And turned out Good to feed the biting air
Thy broad domains still burgeoned in expan-
Crime revealed there.
Fear, Hate, Revenge, were bowling through
the silence;
You made their pestilence of terror felt,
Over all human oceans-save in Islands
Where Truth hath dwelt.
Arise ye Men Arouse ye blinded Nations
Turn toward the light and see the Morning
dawn;
Open the windows of your habitations
The night has gone.
Gather your broken households, cheered and
mended,
In Joyous circles as they sat Of yore;
And never deem again their lives are ended,
Who 60 before.
In converse you shall meet where joys are
conferred
Never to part, ev'n for season, more;
Nor deem those absent who have only entered
Not at the door.
When dear eyes close their ashen lids and
lashes,
And without grief you bear the body hence,
You will not build above its worthless ashes
Vain monuments.
No shadows shall surround Deaths happy
portal,
No sorrow waken, and no parting tear;
Nor men, in marble, say of love immortal
sour love lies here"
Forever present is that love about you,
Tenanting forms more fair than those you
see,
For you are of il, and that love without you
Can never be.
That love in Heaven to earth imparts glory,
Hath power on earth it had not, to assuage;
No care brings Time to make your manhood
hoary,
No terror, Age.
So let my verse, not ev'n in seeming, borrow
A mournfulness that rises from the sod,
For Mournfulness, and Suffering, and Sorrow
Are not of God.
Awaken! take the wronged ones in your
keeping,
Who grope in dungeons where no light is
Awaken for It's you that have been sleeping,
And not the Dead.
The darkness flies that hid US from our broth
erS,
Behold them wounded in unmeaning strife
Be ours their care and doing good to others,
Our law of life.
So, when the broad, bright day is glowing