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BE GLAD

1

“Be glad! Be glad!” I sing!

The sun rolls round the ring

Of law! His beams outfling

Like birds of song on wing.

2

Be glad the sun is bright—

Be glad the sun is light—

Be glad the law is right—

Tho’ truth we learn through pain—

Be glad the darkest night

Rolls round to light again.

3

Our sin is but a sleep

Out from the vasty deep

Of Death’s eternal Keep

For God, to Whom we creep.

4

Breast forward! Shout the cry

Of Joy, of Life, on high!

To sadness give the lie!

Ten-thousand spheres give voice

The rivers racing by—

The chorus join—Rejoice!

5

Mistake not carcass pains—

They are your growing gains

Of Soul on Self, ere wanes

The Sun; and through the lanes

Of the Far Golden West

You pass to your long rest,

O Warrior Soul; where shade

And dark by that sword blade

Of Light are cleft from you

And never more pursue:

The shadows cleft and reft

By Him

Who guards the Tree of Life

From snatching hands of strife

Elohim!

And you pass to your rest

In the all Golden West

Where Sun sinks never more

And Light far to the fore

Sings with ten-thousand spheres—

Give voice, Rejoice, Rejoice—

Again, I say, Rejoice!

A. C. L.