The sun had broke with all his might
Out of a mount’nous cloud;
The spires of man he did ignite
With gleaming gold so proud.
Each city on the eastern coast
Blazed forth a fiery fount,
While working people stood to boast,
“Our works are works that count!”
Then stormy clouds again rolled back;
Dread darkness stunned the day,
Till lights of man made their attack
And all did shout “Hooray!”
Again the sun so strongly shone,
Thickened again the storm,
While through it all some stood alone,
Laughing to see the norm.
A giant laugh for cloud and sun,
A giant laugh for man;
A laugh of joy for all to come
Since man’s great work began!