Oh, to be a watchman on the wall,
waiting for the sun to rise!
To announce its arrival,
To see beyond the darkness which surrounds us,
To see through the low, menacing clouds on the horizon,
And to declare, rejoice, run up the flag and sound the trumpet at its first appearing!
I want to be a watchman on the wall,
who pronounces hope instead of despair,
who rejoices in the beauty in the midst of gray.
Oh, to be the kind of watchman who waits for the morning!
It will come. Though it tarry, wait for it.
I want to be a good finder.
Let others be the ones to sound the alarm,
to see threats in every shadow.
I will scratch for reasons to hope.
I will not dig for reasons to despair.
Oh, to be a watchman on the walls,
To wait patiently for morning.
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