Upon the break of morning light,
As shadowed veil at last gives way,
And Darkness flees to hidden corner,
And nightly whispers fade to gray.
Within each soul lie secrets deep,
The tales of deeds now covered o'er.
Some trite that give no thought to bear,
Whilst deeper still some fester more.
In earn'st She calls, thrice-more entreats,
And beckons to all those who'd hear.
Her oft hushed tone, fair Conscience brings,
Her remonstrance sobering the air.
'O eyes now see, O heart now feel,
The night's dark spell has given way!
Linger not in shame's entangle,
Lay bare instead to light of day.'