Awaits the hour.
Stand forth, O Daughter of the Sun,
Whose fires through all thine arteries run,
Whose kiss hath touched thy gleaming hair—
Come like a goddess, Radiant One,
Reign in our hearts who crown thee there,
With laughter like thy seas, and eyes
Blue as thy skies.
Ah, not in vain, O Pioneers,
The toil that breaks, the grief that sears,