If every star of human hope has set,
Yet look not down await the dawn!
The turning of the earth has always met
A rising sun of newness, won
From Cosmic Light, which makes life roseate,
As when Truth's pristine radiance shone,
Its glory now wakes hearts from gloom's regret,
The e'er-recurring joy to own.
'Tis true all good things come again: they point
To one encircling Source; wherefore
Their orb they never lose, nor disappoint
The patient watchers who explore
Earth's mysteries, seeking Light where time's disjoint.
Do thou Love's law eterne adore,
Thee, Love, with peace and joy will then anoint,
And faith's pure glow and gifts restore.
