When br comes the real morning? br When golden, the sun's rays hover br Over the earth's snow-cover, br And where the shadows nestle, br Wrestle, br Lifting lightward the root enringèd br Till it shall seem an angel wingèd, br Then it is morning, br Real, real morning. br But if the weather is bad br And my spirit sad, br Never morning I know. br No. br br Truly, it's real morning, br When blossom the buds winter-beaten, br The birds having drunk and eaten br Are glad as they sing, divining br Shining br Great new crowns to the tree-tops given, br Cheering the brooks to the broad ocean riven. br Then it is morning, br Real, real morning. br But if the weather is bad br And my spirit sad, br Never morning I know. br No. br br br When br comes the real morning? br When power to conquer parries br Sorrow and storm, and carries br Sun to the soul, whose burning br Yearning br Opens in love and calls to others: br Good to be unto all as brothers. br br Then br it is morning, br Real, real morning. br Greatest power you know br -And most dangerous, lo!- br Will you br this br then possess? br Yes.