O sometimes gleams upon my sight,
Through present wrong, the eternal Right!
And, step by step, since time began,
I see the steady gain of man;
That all of good the past hath had
Remains to make our own time glad,—
Our common daily life divine,
And every land a Palestine.

Through the harsh noises of our day
A low, sweet prelude finds its way;
Through clouds of doubt and creeds of fear
A light is breaking, calm and clear.
Henceforth my heart shall sigh no more
For olden time and holier shore;
God's love and blessing, then and there,
Are now and here and everywhere.