Oh, the fog is abroad, And the landscape is marred, -- But the sun's in the east! And the mist will soon quiver and rise And dissolve to the green of the wood and the blue of the skies, For the sun's in the east. Not a song of a bird Or a child-note is heard, -- But the sun's in the east! And a thrill will soon break from the trees, And the merriest babble of children join carol with these, For the sun's in the east. Now arouse thee, my soul, In the gloom and the dole, For the sun's in the east! What to thee though the darkness be dumb? There's a music, a splendor, a heaven of glory to come, While the sun's in the east! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS AT INDIAN POINT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS MY MOTHER LEFT ME by KAREN SWENSON 1914: 1. PEACE by RUPERT BROOKE THE FOREFATHER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON AURENG-ZEBE, OR THE GREAT MOGUL: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN OF THE WARS IN IRELAND by JOHN HARRINGTON |