FEAR by MAUDE PERRY FAETH

Afraid
Of dark? that putting out the light
That gives us night,
To soft enfold and rest us
From the noise and glare of day.
O send the dark, I pray.

Of death? when spirit leaves this clay
And soars to endless bliss,
Its chrysalis outgrown and in decay.
No sorrow then, nor sin, nor dark despair.
Why fear the door through which we enter there?

Of life? whose buffetings do strengthen us,
Whose marks cut deep, because
The stone is worth the shaping.
Fear life? not I, I say,
But glad for every day, when in God's keeping.

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