We come from the land of the blazing sun,
From the land that was blacker than night,—
From the white-hot sand of the Great Dark Land,
Where Might was the only Right.
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.
There are sorrows still, there is darkness still,
There are still gross wrongs to set right;
There are grim black stains, there are peoples in chains,
To be loosed from the grip of the Night.
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!