The darkness now is lifting  Dawn blushes in the sky  It lays a spread of gold and red  And breathes a lullaby  To a thousand quiet creatures  Of earth and sky and stream  Who cannot know that paradise  Will one day be a dream    When the last wagon rolls along  And fades into the west  And cuts a trail of progress  Through a singing skylark's nest  When the last woodland creature  Lifts her head to flee  And is snared by her protector  Lord, who will set her free?    When the boundless spirit  Has no place to roam  The heart will sadly whisper  This world is not my home  When the sweep of wind along the grass  Bows down to destiny  When the last bright star has fallen  Lord, who will comfort me?    When the last prairie flower  Gives up her yellow bloom  When the high cathedral skies  Give way to crowded rooms  When we parcel heaven  And fence eternity  When the wildness is all tamed and torn  Don't let me live to see    When the last campfire flickers  And is laid to righteous rest  When the ones who wander without fear  Are cursed who once were blessed  When all our deeds of glory  Are laid in front of thee  When you ask what man hath wrought  Don't rest your gaze on me    When the boundless spirit  Has no place to roam  The heart will sadly whisper  This world is not my home  When the sweep of wind along the grass  Bows down to destiny  When the last bright star has fallen  Lord, who will comfort me?