At Daybreak

Evening looked in at the window, fragrant and sweet and true;

Come! arise from your dreaming,

for the world has need of you.

Come from the pathway of slumber, come from the land of rest;

For sleep is akin to dying, and labour and life are best.

Morning looked in at the window, just as it used to do;

But Someone had come in the night-time,

for God had need of you.