TO-MORROW by Gerald Massey

International Tract and Missionary Society · Oakland, California · Jul 8, 1889

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 15, No. 26.

TO-MORROW.

By Gerald Massey

High hopes that burned like stars sublime, Go down the heavens of freedom, And true hearts perish in the time We bitterliest need them; But never sit me down and say, There's nothing left but sorrow; We walk the wilderness to-day, The promised land to-morrow.

Our hearts brood o'er the past, our eyes With smiling features glisten; Lo! now its dawn bursts up the sky— Lean out your souls and listen. The earth rolls freedom's radiant way, And ripens with our sorrow; And 'tis the martyrdom to-day Brings victory to-morrow.

'Tis weary watching wave by wave, And yet the tide heaves onward, We climb, like corals, grave by grave, And beat a pathway sunward. We're beaten back in many a fray, Yet newer strength we borrow; And where our vanguard rests to-day Our rear shall rest to-morrow.

Through all the long, dark night of years, The people's cry ascended; The earth was wet with blood and tears Ere their weak sufferings ended. The few shall not FOREVER sway, The many toil in sorrow; The bars of hell are strong to-day, But Christ shall reign to-morrow. —Gerald Massey.