Dread No More

Dread no more the darkling sky,

Nay, the thousand vicious blows;

For the gloom is brief and so shall die

Like the weird feeling that daily goes.

And again shall shine the golden sun,

And soon shall flow the tender breeze;

And play the kids, do leap and run

In the fair meadows with charming trees.

And again shall rush in human breast

The endless streams of tranquil words,

And soon shall sing the beaming chests

With the sweet rhythms of warbling birds.

So lose not hope in the stygian cage

But recall rather by wiping tears,

Those heroic stories of a bygone age

Heard and praised in the yesteryears.

And recall rather, do wake and take

Those sterling features of thy own race;

Recall how they for others’ sake

Had fought and died with a smile on their face.

And recall how they had faced such days

With aches in the heart and untold pain,

And had fallen in clay and smoggy haze

But still stood up and rose again.

So tears for what in sanguine eyes?

And fears for what in the valiant breast?

Oh, flesh and blood do give thy best

And He from a height will do the rest!