Night
Wherefore should darkness terrify my soul?
Night is the hope of Day, the scabbard deep
Wherein the sword of sunlight fain would creep
After the warring shouts that round us roll.
Dawn hath its glamour, like pearls upon a shoal;
Noon hath its wonder when it climbs the steep
Blue hills of Light; and yet we fall asleep
Afraid sometimes with tears beyond control.
O let the shadows fold us in their wings,
And when one long, unstarlit Night shall come,
Let us not go like poor sheep driven and dumb,
But with a spirit that exultant sings;
For where the darkness trails the desolate sod,
He walks before — Night is the shadow of God.
Night is the hope of Day, the scabbard deep
Wherein the sword of sunlight fain would creep
After the warring shouts that round us roll.
Dawn hath its glamour, like pearls upon a shoal;
Noon hath its wonder when it climbs the steep
Blue hills of Light; and yet we fall asleep
Afraid sometimes with tears beyond control.
O let the shadows fold us in their wings,
And when one long, unstarlit Night shall come,
Let us not go like poor sheep driven and dumb,
But with a spirit that exultant sings;
For where the darkness trails the desolate sod,
He walks before — Night is the shadow of God.
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