The morning sun is smiling through my window,
And bids me rise:
The birds are singing songs of life and beauty;
How blue the skies!
The night is spent; the shadows lose their seeming;
Into my consciousness the truth is streaming!
So real night seemed,—and yet I was but dreaming,
And dreams are lies!
I dream of sin and suffering and crying,—
Heard voices call:
Oh, I am lost! and one, O God, I'm dying!
Help, or I fall!
These idle dreams, whose warp and woof are rotten;
This chaos, night, of mortal mind begotten;
It ne'er was true: I only had forgotten
That God is All!
But night is passing with its dreams and terror,
Its toil and strife:
We hear above the dying din of error,
The psalm of Life!
The errors must unmask! The day is nearing!
The angels song, though faint, is sweet and cheering;
The shepherds watch for Truth's full-orbed appearing,
The deathless life!
