No darkest night was e'er so drear and weird, No stormy wintry day was e'er so dread, As blackest guilt of sin within the heart, That quivers 'neath a conscience full awake. 'Tis like the gnawing of the serpent's fangs In deepest soul, with demon's taunting laugh, And all the foes of hell in hideous roll, Mocking the suffering soul yearning for light, Repentant, deeply craving quiet peace! But still the darkness grows as though all hope Had fled the blackest ways spread out before Leading to still more dreary, doleful scenes -- But looking up, behold, a star -- a light! A voice of sweet consoling tones, so soft And low, removing every dreary thought And scene, and leaving only joy and peace, A joy and peace so pure that all of life Is new, a love so true for all the world, A faith now leads along the higher way Filling the soul with noblest life sublime! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FAIRY CHILD by JOHN ANSTER A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 2 by THOMAS CAMPION TWO FUSILIERS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES YOUTH, DAY, OLD AGE AND NIGHT by WALT WHITMAN THE PRODIGAL'S BROTHER SPEAKS by BESS SAMUEL AYRES TO MISS RIGBY, ON HER ATTENDANCE UPON HER MOTHER AT BUXTON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD NOT UNDERSTOOD by THOMAS BRACKEN |