Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 3. 1. “The Pallid Watcher of the Eastern Skies”

The pallid watcher of the eastern skies
     ⁠Who, through the suffering night, did wait forlorn,
     ⁠When comes the first faint purple of the morn
⁠     Waiteth no longer. To his happy eyes
The promised near the promise following flies,
⁠     Nor is his soul with sullen anguish torn,
⁠     Nor curseth he the day when he was born.
     ⁠From the damp ground he doth in wonder rise,
Firm set his face against the gathering glory—
⁠     So to be sure that this, at last, is this,
⁠     And not the ancient, bitter-lying story.
And now he prays for strength to bear the bliss,
⁠     While, bending o'er the mountain, red and hoary,
     ⁠The morning crowns him with a golden kiss. 

1. The New Day. Part 3. 19. Thistle-Down
2. The New Day. Part 3. 31. “When the Last Doubt Is Doubted”
3. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”
4. The New Day. Part 3. 12. Denial
5. The New Day. Part 4. 4. Song (Not from the whole wide world I chose thee)

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