The Angel of the night when night was gone
High upon Heaven's ramparts, cried, “The Dawn!”
And wheeling worlds grew radiant with the one
And undiminished glory of the sun.
And Angel, Seraph, Saint and Cherubim
Raised to the morning their exultant hymn.
All Heaven thrilled anew to look upon
The great recurring miracle of dawn.
And in the little worlds beneath them — men
Rose, yawned and ate and turned to toil again.