august morning has come round at last

so now all clocks are showing the time's passed

for wearing chains and keeping dark heads bowed

since august morning has come round at last

 

although the sons of hate may stand aghast

we know our parents wept but were not cowed

so now all clocks are showing the time's passed

 

and we will leave till now we had held fast

but we can show the world that we are proud

since august morning has come round at last

 

so long a silence then the thunderblast

of our rejoicing we were good and loud

so now the clocks are showing the time's passed

 

for humble patient service we will cast

away all bondage tear apart the shroud

since august morning has come round at last

 

with our free hands we sanctify the past

as for the future we face it unbowed

so now all clocks are showing the time's passed

since august morning has come round at last