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A SERIOUS CALL.
What of the night, O, watchman on the walls?
Dost see the day-star through the mist arise?
Hears't thou the herald voice of God, that calls,
Speaking as once it spoke from out the skies?
Has man aught further on his journey passed
In the dark shadows of the dreary night?
Will his horizon long be overcast,
And thick the veil that keeps from him the light?
What of the night, O, watchmen? See yon gleam
Shoot upward from the darkly-curtained east!
It is the day-star's radiating beam —
Now from its thrall will manhood be released!
What of the night? — O, why this silence deep? —
No day-star beams to them — the watchmen are asleep.
Dost see the day-star through the mist arise?
Hears't thou the herald voice of God, that calls,
Speaking as once it spoke from out the skies?
Has man aught further on his journey passed
In the dark shadows of the dreary night?
Will his horizon long be overcast,
And thick the veil that keeps from him the light?
What of the night, O, watchmen? See yon gleam
Shoot upward from the darkly-curtained east!
It is the day-star's radiating beam —
Now from its thrall will manhood be released!
What of the night? — O, why this silence deep? —
No day-star beams to them — the watchmen are asleep.
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