As in the deeps of embryonic night,
Out of unfathomable obscurities Of Nature's womb, the little life-germs rise,
Pushing and pulsing upward to the light;
As, when the first day dawns on waking sight,
They leap to liberty and recognize The golden sunshine and the morning skies Their home and goal and heritage and right— So do our brooding thoughts and deep desires Grow in our souls, we know not how or why;
Grope for we know not what, all blind and dumb.
So, when the time is ripe, and one aspires To free his thought in speech, ours hear the cry,
And to full birth and instant knowledge come.
