HEAR the voice of the Bard Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walk'd among the ancient trees; Calling the lapsed soul And weeping in the evening dew; That might control The starry pole And fallen, fallen light renew! 'O Earth, O Earth, return! Arise from out the dewy gra**! Night is worn, and the morn Rises from the slumbrous ma** Turn away no more; Why wilt thou turn away? The starry floor The watery shore Is given thee till the break of day.'