After the darkness, dawning,
And stir of the rested wing;
Fresh fragrance from the meadow,
Fresh hope in everything!

After the winter, springtime
And dreams, that flower-like throng;
After the tempest, silence;
After the silence, song.

After the heat of anger,
Love, that all life enwraps;
After the stress of battle,
The trumpet sounding " taps. "

After despair and doubting,
A faith without alloy,
God here and over yonder, —
The end of all things — joy!