Little Gray Songs from St. Joseph's - Part 2
Sister Jerome is very tired and she must sleep;
There is no other guard to keep,
And so the night must be watched through with pain—
Ah me, my sentinel again.
The pain is like a little flame within the night,
A bright white sword, from it no flight …
Slow hours, unrolling dully, endlessly,
O say, when will to-morrow be?
In an eternity of dark and stillness strange,
Around and 'round with pain I range,
Remembering nothing fair. … There is no way,
There is no path unto the day.
There is no other guard to keep,
And so the night must be watched through with pain—
Ah me, my sentinel again.
The pain is like a little flame within the night,
A bright white sword, from it no flight …
Slow hours, unrolling dully, endlessly,
O say, when will to-morrow be?
In an eternity of dark and stillness strange,
Around and 'round with pain I range,
Remembering nothing fair. … There is no way,
There is no path unto the day.
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