For that themselves to life are arisen.
From lowly dwellings’ murky prison,
From labour and business’ fetters tight,
From the press of gables and roofs that meet
Over the squeezing narrow street,
From the churches’ solemn night
Have they all been brought to the light.
Lo! how nimbly the multitude
Through the fields and the gardens hurry,
How, in its breadth and length, the flood