POOR, fainting spirit, still hold on thy way -
The dawn is near !
True, thou art weary; but yon brighter ray
Becomes more clear.
Bear up a little longer; wait for rest ;
Yield not to slumber, though with toil oppressed.

The night of life is mournful, but, look on -
The dawn is near !
Soon will earth's shadowy scenes and forms be gone ;
Yield not to fear !
The mountain's summit will, ere long, be gained,
And the bright world of joy and peace attained.

"Joyful through hope," thy motto still must be -
The dawn is near !
What glories will that dawn unfold to thee !
Be of good cheer !
Gird up thy loins; bind sandals on thy feet ;
The way is dark and long; the end is sweet.