“ARISE, SHINE, FOR THY LIGHT HAS COME.”

LONG time in sloth, long time in sin,

Contented with thy dark estate

Hast thou abode, O soul of mine;

Now dawns the morning, fair though late,

Her sunny tides are sweeping in.

Thy light has come; arise and shine!

The sheathèd bud which all night long

Has folded close its purple up