TO-MORROW

[ZaunköniG]

TO-MORROW.

WHO shall imagine how thy wing may sweep,
Many and mighty nations laying bare
To blight-war-famine? Who shall say if e'er
The day may burn again?-how men that sleep

May wake, and wander up and down, and keep
Their eyes on the dark east in long despair !
Or, coming, wak'st thou from thy cloudy lair
A Lion-sun? or like a Lark, to reap

Music in heaven for the glad ear of earth?
The signs of many yesterdays appear
But fading sparks on gossip memory's hearth;

Thine are as comets burning. For thy birth
Freedom, half stifled in the clasp of Fear,
Looks o'er a wailing world. The dawn, the dawn, is near!