Awake! awake! the stars are pale, the east is

Awake! awake! the stars are pale, the east is
russet gray!
They fade, behold! the phantoms fade, that kept the
gates of Day;
Throw wide the burning valves, and let the golden
streets be free,
The morning watch is past — the watch of evening
shall not be.

Put off, put off your mail, ye kings, and beat your
brands to dust:
A surer grasp your hands must know, your hearts a
better trust;
Nay, bend aback the lances point, and break the
helmet bar, —
A noise is on the morning winds, but not the noise
of war!

Among the grassy mountain-paths the glittering
troops increase:
They come! they come! — how fair their feet — they
come that publish peace!
Yea, Victory! fair Victory! our enemies' and ours,
And all the clouds are clasped in light, and all the
earth with flowers.
Ah! still depressed and dim with dew, but yet a

little while,
And radiant with the deathless rose the wilderness
shall smile,
And every tender living thing shall feed by streams
of rest,
Nor lamb shall from the fold be lost, nor nursling
from the nest.
For aye, the time of wrath is past, and near the

time of rest,
And honour binds the brow of man, and faithfulness
his breast, —
Behold, the time of wrath is past, and righteousness
shall be,
And the Wolf is dead in Arcady, and the Dragon in
the Sea!