To the Light! To the Light! Let us climb to the Star
That is swinging above where the benisons are,
Till we rest in the meadows where blossom above
All the daisies of Peace and the roses of Love!
II.
From the dim and the dusk of the blood-sprinkled years,
How the nations have toiled from the valleys of tears,—
How the races have groped through the shadows of Wrong
To the gladness of Joy and the music of Song!
III.
And the Man with the Race, how he leaps from the woe
Of the battle fields dead and the sorrows they know,—
How he gathers his tents from the dark of the night
Till he finds a sweet home in the gardens of light!
IV.
Oh, the thousands that fell by the mountains and stream
Where the men of the past spilt their blood for a dream!
How the feet, ever striving, slow stepped from the past
Till they found the sweet music of rapture at last!
V.
To the Light! To the Light! Yonder still shines the Star
That is waiting for us where the benisons are,
And there in the meadows that blossom above
We shall gather in peace all the roses of Love!