On backward-looking son of time!
The new is old, the old is new,—
The cycle of a change sublime
Still sweeping through.
Take heart! The Master builds again;
A charmed life old Goodness hath.
The tares may perish, but the grain
Is not for death.
God works in all things; all obey
His first propulsion from the night;
Ho, wake and watch! The world is gray
With morning light!
