We bend uncovered, as the dawn
Rolls back the curtains of the night.
The dark'ning shadows all are gone
Mid morning's glow of golden light.
How came the radiance of the day?
Whence fled the phantoms of the gloom?
The morn has been the morn for aye;
There was no night of death nor doom.
Why burns the sunbeam's golden flame
Undimmed, an age-abiding light?
'Tis Love, unchanging, still the same
As first when morning stars shone bright.
