AFTER the darkness, dawning,
⁠And stir of the rested wing;
Fresh fragrance from the meadow,
⁠Fresh hope in everything!

After the winter, springtime,
⁠And dreams, that flower-like throng;
After the tempest, silence;
⁠After the silence, song.

After the heat of anger,
⁠Love that all life enwraps;
After the stress of battle,
⁠The trumpet sounding "taps."

After despair and doubting,
⁠A faith without alloy,
God here and over yonder,—
⁠The end of all things—joy!