Oh, slumbering heart, that dreams of woe,
Long lulled by stupid fancy's dreams,
Awake to-day, and see and know
That Life with Love and grandeur teems.
Hast thou not heard the Master's call,
Echoed from the long ages past,
To brush aside thy burdens all?—
'Tis fancy's chains which bind thee fast.
Eternal glories round thy head
Wait for those dreams to pass away.
Truth knows no night, no pain, no dead,
But all one grand and deathless day.
Let earth-dreams fade from out thy view,
Let Satan's thunders cease to roar.
Learn what is Good and right to do,
And Heaven is thine for evermore.
