• The dark night is ending and dawn has begun;

    Rise, hope of the ages, arise like the sun,

        All speech flow to music, all hearts beat as one!

    III


    Blow, bugles of battle, the marches of peace;

    East, west, north, and south let the long quarrel...

  • What can I give Him,

         Poor as I am?

    If I were a shepherd

         I would bring a lamb;

    If I were a wise man,

         I would do my part,—

    Yet what I can I give Him,

         Give my heart.