The night is very black and grim, -- Our hearts are sick with sorrow, -- But, on the rim of the curtain dim, A pulsing beam, a tiny gleam, Whispers of God's To-morrow. Beyond the night there shines a light, -- Our eyes are dim with sorrow, -- But Faith still clings, and Hope still springs, And Love still sings of happier things, For Life is flighting strong new wings In search of God's To-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOY (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE EMERSON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE FOURTH SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |