The morning hangs a signal
Upon the mountain crest,
While all the sleeping valleys
In silent darkness rest.

From peak to peak it flashes,
It laughs along the sky,
Till glory of the sunlight
On all the land shall lie.

Above the generations
The lonely prophets rise,
While truth flares as the daystar
Within their glowing eyes;

And other eyes, beholding,
Are kindled from that flame;
And dawn becomes the morning,
When prophets love proclaim.

The soul has lifted moments,
Above the drift of days,
When life’s great meaning breaketh
In sunrise on our ways.

Behold the radiant token
Of faith above all fear;
Night shall release its splendor
That morning shall appear.
