A Song of Freedom

As often as the sun doth rise,

My hope its strength reneweth,

And groweth then through all the day

Until the dark ensueth.

Then wearily it drowseth,

When light doth fade away,

But starteth up at dawn anew,

With sun's first shining ray.

This is the force that ne'er doth die,

But gaineth strength in striving,

As life's own blood doth multiply

In secret ways reviving.

As long as morning breezes

From skies the mists do sweep,

So long will freedom's fighting hosts

E'er vanquish night, and sleep!