Children of Light! Still sleeping?
The dreaming hours are past, and the fair morn,
Although in cloudy garment, is at hand;
And breathless stand the watchers for the dawn
On the dark heights, above the silent land.
Children of Light! 'tis yours
To meet with outstretched hands the coming day.
Delay not, but the rock-strewn mountain stair
Press with your hastening feet, that the first ray
May fall on eyes upturned in waiting prayer.
Children of Light, awake!
The shining of the Day-star is for you;
The All-Revealer will bring clearer sight,
That things now hidden may be brought to view,
While ye, with cloudless hearts, live in the Light.