Day is not come.
Not quite yet:
Malignancy and malice linger still.
But this is now, at last,
The hour before the dawn
And somewhere in the dark
A throng of birds begins
To sing, full-throated; and soon their song
Will ring unchecked across the land.
Then light will flood the sky
And with it we’ll forget
The night we once believed would never end.
God bless America. The thoughts and hopes of the world are with you. Thank you. And Johnson? You’re next.