Canst Thou, in all this babel, build aright

Freedom's Palladium? The long, black night

That, ages thru, hath dimmed your yearning eyes

And dulled your minds, still hovers o'er your skies.

A rift there was, disclosing to your view

The Dawn of Day, but then the darkness grew

Yet more intense, as if the Sun rebelled

At such a cheerless greeting and withheld

Its Light. And now again Night reigns supreme,

But just beyond the Day is all agleam.