Classic Poem

It rose this morning out of the sea,
Just as the sun was peeping,
With glances bright at the distant night
That still in the West was sleeping.
The rain that in the sombre dawn
Like tears from the clouds was falling
Had passed away while the god of day
The darkness was enthralling.

And it said, “Faint heart, take cheer! Take cheer,
And behold the sign and token
I bring to thee from over the sea,
Of the promise never broken!
The grief I follow shall ne'er return:
Oh, list to my joyous message!
Dost thou not know that my gleaming bow
Of a glad New Year is presage?”