Classic Poem

When roads are dark and the rain is falling:
When instead of the lark the owl is calling:
When shadowy ghosts of fear and dismay
Rise up in hosts on the drear highway:
When Hope is failing, and Faith lies dead,
And Despair is wailing around your head,
And your lips are dry, and your wine is gall,
And Death says " I am the end of all " :
Look not to earth,
Nor the sky above,
But deep in your heart