Classic Poem

Hushed is the voice of scorn,
Anew the world is born,—
Sweet morn! sweet morn!
Sing songs so loud and clear
That all the world must hear
Their notes of cheer.
. . . . . . .
White angels of surprise
Whisper from morning skies,
Arise! Arise!
'Neath the lightning countenance
Sleep men of sword and lance,
In heavy trance.
Broken the sceptic's seal,
Backward the devils reel,
The nations kneel.

Christ bids the Old adieu,
Christ lives the Ever-New,
Faithful and True.

Hushed is the voice of scorn,
Anew the world is born,—
Sweet morn! sweet morn!