Classic Poem

So rolls the bright Dawn up the Orient,
Out of the pitchy hour that precedes
The flush of Day. Darkness was surely sent
To make the Light more blessed. The heart bleeds
That has been sown with Error — lo! the seeds
Have brought forth Truth. So Good from Evil springs
And all is mystery. Our noblest deeds
May bring us bitter fruits. Frail man who clings
To Life, is perfected when Death reveals all things.