Look! It is tomorrow,
A sunrise clear and bright.
The dark behind us past and gone:
So fades embittered night.

A joyous time, tomorrow:
Your heart at last runs free -
So race, oh race across the hills,
And live the dawn with me.

The trail to tomorrow,
Though strewn with stumble-stones,
Will hold no fear: no need there be
To walk it all alone.