South

We come from the land of the blazing sun, From the land that was blacker than night,-- From the white-hot sand of the Great Dark Land, Where Might was the only Right. To--the--Night,-- To--the--Night,-- To the darkness and the sorrow of the Night, Came--the--Light, Came--the--Light, Came the Wonder and the Glory of the Light.

There are sorrows still, there is darkness still, There are still gross wrongs to set right; There are grim black stains, there are peoples in chains, To be loosed from the grip of the Night. To--their--Night,-- To--their--Night,-- To the darkness and the sorrow of their Night, Take--the--Light! Take--the--Light! Take the Wonder and the Glory of the Light!