Classic Poem

There is an eye through blackest night
A vigil ever keeps;
A vision of unerring light,
O'er lowly vale, o'er giddy height,
The Eye that never sleeps.

Midst poverty and sickness lain,
The outcast lowly weeps;
What marks the face convulsed with pain?
What marks the softened look again?
The Eye that never sleeps.

Above the far meridian sun —
Below profoundest deeps,
Where dewy day his course begun,
Where scarlet marks his labor done —
The Eye that never sleeps.

No limit bounds th' Eternal Sight;
No misty cloud o'ersweeps;
The depths of hell give up their light —
Eternity itself is bright —
The Eye that never sleeps.

Then rest we calm, though round our head
The life-storm fiercely sweeps;
What fear is in the blast? what dread
In mightier Death? A N Eye 's o'erhead,
The Eye that never sleeps.