Classic Poem

The morning hangs its signal
Upon the mountain's crest,
While all the sleeping valleys
In silent darkness rest;
From peak to peak it flashes,
It laughs along the sky
That the crowning day is coming, by and by!
O the crowning day is coming,
Is coming by and by!
We can see the rose of morning,
A glory in the sky.
And that splendor on the hill-tops
O'er all the land shall lie
In the crowning day that's coming,
That's coming by and by!

Above the generations
The lonely prophets rise;
The Truth flings dawn and day-star
Within their glowing eyes;
From heart to heart it brightens,
It draweth ever nigh,
Till it crowneth all men thinking, by and by!
Refrain : O the crowning day is coming!

The soul hath lifted moments
Above the drift of days,
When life's great meaning breaketh
In sunrise on our ways;
From hour to hour it haunts us,
The vision draweth nigh,
Till it crowneth living, dying, by and by!
Refrain : O the crowning day is coming!

And in the sunrise standing,
Our kindling hearts confess
That " no good thing is failure,
No evil thing, success!"
From age to age it groweth,
That radiant faith so high,
And its crowning day is coming, by and by!
Refrain : O the crowning day is coming!