Fresh as the break o’ the dawning--
Clear as the sunlit pool;
Ye came on a World of weariness--
Lord of a kingly school.
Shuttle and lathe and hammer--
Mill and mine and mart--
They paused awhile to linger and smile--
Children again in heart.
And a World of work and trouble
Bent to their tasks anew,
With strength reborn of the joyous morn
Made manifest by you.
* * * * *
Again the marts are silenced--
There’s a hush o’er land and sea--
With only the sobs of a Nation,
That loved and honored thee.