"IS it so, my dear?" "Even so!" "Too much woe to bear?" "Too much woe!" "Wait a little while, We must bear the whole, Do not weep, but smile, We are near the goal." "Is it dark—the night?" "Very dark!" "Not a spark of light?" "Not a spark!" "Yet a little way We must journey on; Night will turn to day And the goal be won." "Will the dawn come soon?" "In an hour; See! the sinking moon Loses power. Saffron grey the west Wakes before the sun. Very soon we 'll rest Now that day's begun." |