And where the rays of promise teem
Earth’s Shadow moves across their light.
The ways are rough, the night is near,235
The winds are loud in field and sky;
And Death awaits with levelled spear;
And wrecks of lives around us lie;
But blue-eyed Hope with bosom warm
Beside us stands serenely fair,240
Lifts to the hills her snowy arm,
And bids us upward scale and still the Vast to dare.