Sun our father while I slept
You lifted like a field of corn
The smiling and the peaceful strength
Of those that are the race new born:

The infant future waked in you
Once more, and the world's rich breast
Drank the day's courage and lay down
In fearless and refreshing rest:

And while the russian field you raised
Dreams in the starflung shadow's keep
You wake these backward lands to work:
Good work to do before we sleep.