And hearts are yearning for the morning beams
Of pure, unsullied truth! When will arise
The mighty Prophet, radiant with light
To lighten nations; to lift up mankind
From petty sects and systems, groveling thoughts,
Vain dreams, false policies, and bring them forth
To bask serenely in truth’s cheerful light
United into one? Man’s heart hath hope,
By prophecy upheld, and though he long
Hath tarried for it, nigh two thousand years,