When Comes The Morning?

(FROM IN GOD'S WAY)     (See Note 77)     When comes the real morning?     When golden, the sun's rays hover     Over the earth's snow-cover,     And where the shadows nestle,     Wrestle,     Lifting lightward the root enringd     Till it shall seem an angel wingd,     Then it is morning,     Real, real morning.         But if the weather is bad         And my spirit sad,         Never morning I know.         No.     Truly, it's real morning,     When blossom the buds winter-beaten,     The birds having drunk and eaten     Are glad as they sing, divining     Shining     Great new crowns to the tree-tops given,     Cheering the brooks to the broad ocean riven.     Then it is morning,     Real, real morning.         But if the weather is bad         And my spirit sad,         Never morning I know.         No.     When comes the real morning?     When power to conquer parries     Sorrow and storm, and carries     Sun to the soul, whose burning     Yearning     Opens in love and calls to others:     Good to be unto all as brothers.     Then it is morning,     Real, real morning.         Greatest power you know         - And most dangerous, lo! -         Will you this then possess?         Yes.