2 Gaze we meanwhile for the day,
Praying in thought while we gaze;
Watch for the morning’s first ray;
Prayer then be turned into praise!
Shout to the valleys, Behold ye the morn,
Long, long desired, but denied to our sight;
Lo, myriads of slaves into men are new-born;
The word was omnipotent, and there is light!
441.
L. M.