We come from the East, from the glowing East,
Where the Past, with its hand of ice,
Still reaches across through its ages of loss,
And still holds the land like a vice.
To — the — Night,—
To — the — Night,—
To the darkness and the sorrow of the Night,—
Came — the — Light,
Came — the — Light,
Came the Wonder and the Glory of the Light.
O, the sorrowful ones of the caste-bound lands,
How they long for the wider way!
How they sigh in the gloom of their close-barred tomb
For the Light of the Coming Day!
To — their — Night,—
To — their — Night,—
To the darkness and the sorrow of their Night,
Take — the — Light,
Take — the — Light!
Take the Wonder and the Glory of the Light!