A MORNING crowns the Western hill,
A day begins to reign,
A sun awakes oer distant seas
Shall never sleep again.
The world is growing old,
And men are waxing wise;
A mist has cleareda something falls
Like scales from off their eyes.
Too long the Dark of Ignorance
Has brooded on their way;
Too long Oppression s stood before,
Excluding light of day.
But now theyve found the track
And now theyve seen the dawn,
A beacon lamp is pointing on,
Where stronger glows the morn.
Since Adam lived, the mighty ones
Have ever ruled the weak;
Since Noahs flood, the fettered slave
Has seldom dared to speak.
Tis time a voice was heard,
Tis time a voice was spoken
So in the chain of tyranny
A link or two be broken.
A tiny rill will swell a stream,
A spark will cause a flame,
And one mans burning eloquence
Has helpd to do the same.
And he will persevere,
And soon that blaze must spread,
Till to the corners of the earth
Reflecting beams are shed.
The few will try to beat it down,
But can they stop the flood
Bind up the pinions of the light,
Or check the will of God?
And is it not His will
That deeply injured Right
Should overthrow the iron rule
And reign instead of Might?
