I know a word of power to smite
The armies of embattled wrong;
Like driven leaves go down the strong,
Before the matchless name of Right.
I know a word wherewith to ope
All prison-doors in any land;
A spell that freeth heart and hand--
It is the blessed name of Hope.
And one that, said above the dust,
Can wake the beauty sleeping there;
'Tis that whereby the earth is fair--
The lowly, tender name of Trust.
And one there is can lighten hell,
It is the dearest name above;
All power is in the name of Love,
Her watchmen answer, All is well!
Who knoweth these shall work his will,
'Tis he shall bind the spoiler Fate;
For him doth sorrow's secret wait,
And blooms the hidden heart of ill.
My soul hath given all to buy,
For these she counteth loss but gain;
With these she shall outweary pain,
And shall outwatch eternity.
And lightly shall she conquer Death;
He flees before the immortal race,
With such a glory in the face,
And such a rapture on the breath.
