  (illuminated capital) Now in the East Hope’s trembling light Proclaims a brighter dawning, Though woe endureth for a night, Joy cometh in the morning. For many weary ages past Hath sin’s dark night prevailing, A gloom o’er all the nations cast, Whence rose the sound of wailing. The idol-gods have many a shrine Where, bound in chains of error, Myriads shut out from light divine Crouch down in shame and terror. But in the East Hope’s rosy light Proclaims a brighter dawning; Though woe endureth for a night, Joy cometh in the morning. Pleasure has thrown her torches’ glare Upon a world benighted, And Science in the murky air Her glimmering tapers lighted; Some joys, like fireflies, played and glanced To mock our vain pursuing, And Folly’s meteors wildly danced Above the gulf of ruin! But in the East Hope’s purer light Proclaims a brighter dawning; Though woe endureth for a night, Joy cometh in the morning! Like Cynthia from her silver car, The Church could darkness brighten; Each high example, like a star, Shone forth to cheer and lighten. But I shall need nor star nor moon In that clear day before me, The Sun of Righteousness shall soon Burst forth in cloudless glory! Yes, in the East Hope’s kindling light Proclaims a brighter dawning; Though woe endureth for a night, Joy cometh in the morning! |
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