"In vain I stretch my weary hope "*
To watch for His appearing;
The nations still in darkness grope—
Their ears are dull of hearing.
Yet sweeping down the years untold,
The day of Truth is breaking;
And sweet and fair the leaves unfold,
Of Love's immortal waking.
For flower and fruitage now are seen,
Where blight and mildew rested:
The Christ to-day to us, has been
By word and deed attested.
