 | [Poems by Gallagher in] The poets and poetry of the West |  |
Workers high, and workers low,
Weary workers every where,
For the New Age rounding to
Like a planet, now prepare!
See! the night is nearly past,
And the morning dawns at last.
Far behind, the shadows lie
Dark upon the western sky;
While before, the east is gray
Where the harbinger of day,
Rounding up the azure cope,
Flames, the morning-star of Hope!
Be not hasty; be not rash;
Though its beams within you flash
Calm endurance is sublime:
Falter not, but bide your time.
—Weary workers, work away;
God will lead the Better Day!
Weary workers every where,
For the New Age rounding to
Like a planet, now prepare!
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And the morning dawns at last.
Far behind, the shadows lie
Dark upon the western sky;
While before, the east is gray
Where the harbinger of day,
Rounding up the azure cope,
Flames, the morning-star of Hope!
Be not hasty; be not rash;
Though its beams within you flash
Calm endurance is sublime:
Falter not, but bide your time.
—Weary workers, work away;
God will lead the Better Day!
| [Poems by Gallagher in] The poets and poetry of the West | |