Thy light is come, arise and shine!
For darkness melts, and dawn divine
Doth from the holy Orient break;

Swift-darting down the shadowy ways
And misty deeps of unborn Time,
God's Light, God's Day, whose perfect prime
Is as the light of seven days.

Wake, prophet-soul, the time draws near,
"The God who knows" within thee stirs
And speaks, for His thou art, and Hers
Who bears the mystic shield and spear.

The hidden secrets of their shrine
Where thou, initiate, didst adore,
Their quickening finger shall restore
And make its glories newly thine.

A touch divine shall thrill thy brain,
Thy soul shall leap to life, and lo!
What she has known, again shall know;
What she has seen, shall see again;

The ancient Past through which she came,--
A cloud across a sunset sky,--
A cactus flower of scarlet dye,--
A bird with throat and wings of flame;--

A red wild roe, whose mountain bed