To those awakening from the dream of earth,
To us who have unbound the dungeon chain
That held us in our heritage of pain,
The days are big with blessings, at whose birth
Our hearts with gratitude unfeigned well forth.
Dark earthly dream! thy sunset hour is come,
The powers of heaven are shaken, and the fruit
Of wisdom falls full-ripe, whose vain pursuit
Thy sons have urged o'er earth and ocean's foam,
And found it not— and now it leads us home.
Fair are the flowers of earth, and filled o'erflowing
With mercy and with song the harvest days:
Mine eyes are dim with wonder and with praise,
When I look back upon my memories glowing,
Gifts of the bounteous hand all grace bestowing.
