The magic gates of memory open wide,
And your free spirit mixes with my own;
The rhythm of truth lifts with the lifting tide
And sets the lords of being on their throne.

We range all life; the light emerges clear
Of new dominions—even now they rise;
We know the morn of life is verging near,
New dynasties, new empires of the wise.

Day breaks to dawn; the triumph nears apace,
Till Justice with irrevocable rod
Restore the world, and our self-blighted race
Arise and look into the face of God.