Classic Poem

Shadows today, while shadows show God's Will.
Light were not good except He sent us light.
Shadows today, because this day is night
Whose marvels and whose mysteries fulfil
Their course and deep in darkness serve Him still.
Thou dim aurora, on the extremest height
Of airy summits wax not over-bright;
Refrain thy rose, refrain thy daffodil.
Until God's Word go forth to kindle thee
And garland thee and bid thee stoop to us,
Blush in the heavenly choirs and glance not down:
Today we race in darkness for a crown,
In darkness for beatitude to be,
In darkness for the city luminous.