Classic Poem

Out of the dark the circling sphere
Is rounding onward to the light;
We see not yet the full day here,
But we do see the paling night:

And hope, that lights her fadeless fires,
And faith, that shines as spotless will,
And love, that courage re-inspires,—
These stars have been above us still.

Look backward, how much has been won!
Look round, how much is yet to win!
The watches of the night are done:
The watches of the day begin.