Classic Poem

Alone, at hush of night,
Go forth, and, in the light
Of stars that angel-like unveil
Their beauty, kneel, ere hope shall fail.

Yes, all thy sorrows cast
Back on the darkened past,
And, meek, at Nature's hallowed shrine
Invoke her aid and smile divine.

And in her sacred word,
Too seldom read or heard,
Confide with an unfaltering trust,
And learn that all her laws are just.

Her stern commands obey,
And for her guidance pray,
And wait the change, the second birth,
When Sorrow's reign shall cease on earth,—

The birth that lifts the soul
To realms where anthems roll,
And all the kindred ties of time
Are lost in boundless love sublime.