Wake with the Sun, wake with the morn

Wake with the coming day,

Be with the dew and the flush new born,

But, unlike them, stay!

Mists fall of from what thou art

They are what we see.

Come and enter into our heart

And let life be.

The morn belongs to the empty world

Men are later here.

Come and let life be slowly unfurled

Off thee like fear.

And in thy terrible being but thou

Sans body nor soul

Pour all thy balm on my saddened brow,

And make my hope whole!