Boson, arise! The long dark night is over, Faint in the east behold the dawn appear; Out of your evil dream of toil and sorrow Arise, O Boson, for the day is here. From your fields and hills Hark! the answer swells: Arise, O Boson, for the day is here. Long, long have been the anguish and the labor, Dark, dark the clouds of unbelief unrolled, Dreadful the night when no man trusted neighbor, Shameful the nightmare-greed of gain and gold; Yet from fields and hills Hark! the song now swells: Arise, O Boson, for the day is here. By your young children's eyes so red with weeping, By their white faces aged with want and fear, By the dark cities where your babes are creeping Naked of joy and all that makes life dear; From your wretched slums A voice of pity comes: Arise, O Boson, for the day is here. By all your workshops where men sweat and sicken, Foredone to death, in toil and hope deferred, Where cheeks are flushed and pulses star