THE ADVENT OF TRUTH.Atime there is, though far its dawn may be,And shadows thick are brooding on the main,When, like the sun upspringing from the sea,Truth shall arise, with Freedom in its train;And Light upon its forehead, as a starUpon the brow of heaven, to shed its raysAmong all people, wheresoe'er they are,And shower upon them calm and happy days.As sunshine comes with healing on its wing,After long nights of sorrow and unrest,Solace and peace, and sympathy to bringTo the grieved spirit and unquiet breast.No more shall then be heard the slave's deep groan,Nor man man's inhumanity deplore,All strife shall cease and war shall be unknown,And the world's golden age return once more.And nations now that, with Oppression's hand,Are to the dust of Earth with sorrow bowed,Shall then erect, in fearless vigour, stand,And with recovered freedom shout aloud.Along with Truth, Wisdom, her sister-twin,Shall come—they two are never far apart,—At their approach, to some lone cavern SinShall cowering flee, as stricken to the heart.Right shall then temper Justice, as 'tis meetIt should, and Justice give to Right its own;Might shall its sword throw underneath its feet,And Tyranny, unkinged, fall off its throne.Then let us live in hope, and still prepareUs and our children for the end, that theyInstruct may those who after them shall heir,To watch and wait the coming of that day.
Atime there is, though far its dawn may be,And shadows thick are brooding on the main,When, like the sun upspringing from the sea,Truth shall arise, with Freedom in its train;And Light upon its forehead, as a starUpon the brow of heaven, to shed its raysAmong all people, wheresoe'er they are,And shower upon them calm and happy days.As sunshine comes with healing on its wing,After long nights of sorrow and unrest,Solace and peace, and sympathy to bringTo the grieved spirit and unquiet breast.No more shall then be heard the slave's deep groan,Nor man man's inhumanity deplore,All strife shall cease and war shall be unknown,And the world's golden age return once more.And nations now that, with Oppression's hand,Are to the dust of Earth with sorrow bowed,Shall then erect, in fearless vigour, stand,And with recovered freedom shout aloud.Along with Truth, Wisdom, her sister-twin,Shall come—they two are never far apart,—At their approach, to some lone cavern SinShall cowering flee, as stricken to the heart.Right shall then temper Justice, as 'tis meetIt should, and Justice give to Right its own;Might shall its sword throw underneath its feet,And Tyranny, unkinged, fall off its throne.Then let us live in hope, and still prepareUs and our children for the end, that theyInstruct may those who after them shall heir,To watch and wait the coming of that day.
Atime there is, though far its dawn may be,And shadows thick are brooding on the main,When, like the sun upspringing from the sea,Truth shall arise, with Freedom in its train;And Light upon its forehead, as a starUpon the brow of heaven, to shed its raysAmong all people, wheresoe'er they are,And shower upon them calm and happy days.As sunshine comes with healing on its wing,After long nights of sorrow and unrest,Solace and peace, and sympathy to bringTo the grieved spirit and unquiet breast.No more shall then be heard the slave's deep groan,Nor man man's inhumanity deplore,All strife shall cease and war shall be unknown,And the world's golden age return once more.And nations now that, with Oppression's hand,Are to the dust of Earth with sorrow bowed,Shall then erect, in fearless vigour, stand,And with recovered freedom shout aloud.Along with Truth, Wisdom, her sister-twin,Shall come—they two are never far apart,—At their approach, to some lone cavern SinShall cowering flee, as stricken to the heart.Right shall then temper Justice, as 'tis meetIt should, and Justice give to Right its own;Might shall its sword throw underneath its feet,And Tyranny, unkinged, fall off its throne.Then let us live in hope, and still prepareUs and our children for the end, that theyInstruct may those who after them shall heir,To watch and wait the coming of that day.
Atime there is, though far its dawn may be,And shadows thick are brooding on the main,When, like the sun upspringing from the sea,Truth shall arise, with Freedom in its train;
Atime there is, though far its dawn may be,
And shadows thick are brooding on the main,
When, like the sun upspringing from the sea,
Truth shall arise, with Freedom in its train;
And Light upon its forehead, as a starUpon the brow of heaven, to shed its raysAmong all people, wheresoe'er they are,And shower upon them calm and happy days.
And Light upon its forehead, as a star
Upon the brow of heaven, to shed its rays
Among all people, wheresoe'er they are,
And shower upon them calm and happy days.
As sunshine comes with healing on its wing,After long nights of sorrow and unrest,Solace and peace, and sympathy to bringTo the grieved spirit and unquiet breast.
As sunshine comes with healing on its wing,
After long nights of sorrow and unrest,
Solace and peace, and sympathy to bring
To the grieved spirit and unquiet breast.
No more shall then be heard the slave's deep groan,Nor man man's inhumanity deplore,All strife shall cease and war shall be unknown,And the world's golden age return once more.
No more shall then be heard the slave's deep groan,
Nor man man's inhumanity deplore,
All strife shall cease and war shall be unknown,
And the world's golden age return once more.
And nations now that, with Oppression's hand,Are to the dust of Earth with sorrow bowed,Shall then erect, in fearless vigour, stand,And with recovered freedom shout aloud.
And nations now that, with Oppression's hand,
Are to the dust of Earth with sorrow bowed,
Shall then erect, in fearless vigour, stand,
And with recovered freedom shout aloud.
Along with Truth, Wisdom, her sister-twin,Shall come—they two are never far apart,—At their approach, to some lone cavern SinShall cowering flee, as stricken to the heart.
Along with Truth, Wisdom, her sister-twin,
Shall come—they two are never far apart,—
At their approach, to some lone cavern Sin
Shall cowering flee, as stricken to the heart.
Right shall then temper Justice, as 'tis meetIt should, and Justice give to Right its own;Might shall its sword throw underneath its feet,And Tyranny, unkinged, fall off its throne.
Right shall then temper Justice, as 'tis meet
It should, and Justice give to Right its own;
Might shall its sword throw underneath its feet,
And Tyranny, unkinged, fall off its throne.
Then let us live in hope, and still prepareUs and our children for the end, that theyInstruct may those who after them shall heir,To watch and wait the coming of that day.
Then let us live in hope, and still prepare
Us and our children for the end, that they
Instruct may those who after them shall heir,
To watch and wait the coming of that day.