The Mists Shall Lift

/r The Mists Shall Lift The mists shall lift, and Truth shall stand revealed; The prayers of patient men, no more concealed Shall move the nations ; Ignorance shall flee ; And hearts combine to hail the victory. The mists shall lift and souls in countless lands, Groping in the dark, with eager hands Shall reach the summits where the flood of day Engulfs the past, intolerant and gray. The mists shall lift; the pageantries of kings, The armies, navies, fleets with magic wings, Shall crumble in the crucible of Truth; And peace shall soothe the fevered brow of Youth. The mists shall lift; Tradition's musty urns Shall burst as holy incense burns The false, the show, the cunning mockery, The ancient masks of pious trickery. The mists shall lift ! E'en now the heavens glow With dawn's red flame. Before it flees the foe; While straining eyes behold in deeps afar, The hope divine — the Bright and Morning Star. Lethbridge, Canada Frank C. Steele