the morning chime

 fearful and waking is no normal state

but leaden hours induce no better heat

than mental light and thoughts of long defeat

in bitter summer we're past the first gate

deep into the dark country bearing freight

of so much history still incomplete

all of it human both truth and deceit

all to requirement but none of it fate

so measure that we find the true belief

is what we know and give to all our folk

upon their waking to the morning chime

of bells that have not known a moment's grief

but ring the ending of inhuman yoke

and bid us all achieve a better time