The April sun rose up to see
How beautiful the earth might be.
It kissed the vapor from the hills,
Dried up the tears that April spills,
And icy chains that bound the rills
It broke—and set them free!
Mist, water, ice, these three are one,
And vanish 'neath the April sun.
So doth the sun of righteousness
Arise and shine, mankind to bless.
Vain superstition's mists are dried,
The floods of sin and fear subside,
And matter, with its stubborn pride,
No longer can oppress.
For matter, sin, and fear are one,
And melt before Truth's rising sun.
