Finis. Time.
O Time! Time! Time!
Thou wondrous mystery!
Within whose rune and rhyme
Lies all Man’s history
Before Creation’s birth
Or yet the Heavens were made
With darkness all was girth,
Till word Creative said
‘Let there be Light;’
And lo! from out the deep
In grandeur and with might
Rolled back the ages of sleep,
And born was Night-and-Day,
And stars together sang
Their glad harmonic lay
And all Creation rang
With ‘Glory to God in the Highest.’
Now let the strain resound
And Man to God the nighest
With Light and Life be crowned,
Till in the time appointed,
Unfolding from Man’s breast
Be Life with Love anointed
And God made manifest.
