Bliss Carman

LORD of morning, light of day,

Sacred color-kindling Sun,

We salute thee in the way—

Roadside pilgrims robed in dun.

For thou art a pilgrim too,

Overlord of all our band;

In thy fervor we renew

Quests we do not understand.

At thy summons we arise,

At thy touch put glory on,

And with glad unanxious eyes

Move into the march of dawn.