A SONG FOR THIS DAY AND GENERATION.

Come, let us be merry! The day's growing fair— And drooping-eyed Patience Looks up from despair. Truth, like the glory Of old times, in story, Mellows the shadows that darken the land, Wrongs, grim and hoary, Crimes, black and gory, Naked and scoffed in the market-place stand. Come, let us be merry! The sundown is near— And Error is shivering And shrinking with fear. Power unmolested For centuries, vested In impotent sinew and imbecile brain, Altars that rested On mummeries ilested, Tatters to ruin and not in the rain. Come, let us be merry! The sun shines at last— The light fills the valleys— The darkness has passed. Names are neglected, Blood is rejected, Men bow no more to the accident Birth, Mind, long dejected, Her temple erected, Waits from the Nations the homage of Worth. Come, let us be merry! All hearts that with scoff And derision have waited This day afar off; Abuses are shaking Old Errors are quaking, That cramped the free life of our manhood so long, Hail to the waking! The daylight is breaking For Truths that are mighty and men that are strong.