Though the joy of the day is over and gone,
He will remember the coming of dawn
In the spring, when the heart,
Like an opening flower,
Awakes to the sun!
Now winter is come, and the dark
Will lengthen the tape of the hours
Till only endurance is left.
Yet, even then, he will remember
The coming of dawn in the spring,
And the glory of light….
The glory of light.
