What do I
see in thee, my master?
All the
world over rings and rings back
The
famine-moan of body and soul–Lord, feed Thy lambs!
In thee,
my master, I behold
His bread
of tomorrow baking in today’s dearth.
The song
of the sky still athrill in the soul,
Hope
strikes against the cage of sighs.
In that
harsh beat after beat of today, my master,
I hear in
thee tomorrow’s harmony of heavens.
At the
ferry of tears, beneath the crescent glance
Of a
delusive present, we long for the further shore.
I discern
in thee, my master,
Tonight’s
dark evil quietly unfurl into tomorrow’s white sail.
We seek
after new life, and would God we could
Soon find
it in the one love of the Motherland!
I espy in
thee, my master,
Tomorrow’s
concord struggling out of our today’s discord.
Our
tearful prayers unto Him for the Freedom of our country
Have not
been in vain, nor ever shall be.
In thee,
my master, I perceive His gifts of tomorrow
Delayed
because we have not rallied round the today.