The sun descends into the ocean’s wrath,
And on my listless soul a darkness falls,
But nary a star will shine upon my path,
Though wearily I gaze on heaven’s halls.
And on my listless soul a darkness falls,
But nary a star will shine upon my path,
Though wearily I gaze on heaven’s halls.
Blindly I stumble, groping for my way,
I call for help, but there is no reply.
The night drags on, contented to delay
The morrow morn, and pleasèd to deny.
I call for help, but there is no reply.
The night drags on, contented to delay
The morrow morn, and pleasèd to deny.
Were I to summon all of mine own pow’r,
Still I would fail to overcome the night;
So I must wait for the appointed hour,
And trust, in time, that all will be made right.
Still I would fail to overcome the night;
So I must wait for the appointed hour,
And trust, in time, that all will be made right.
Behold––the morning star breaks night’s dark guise;
The sun will once again, triumphant, rise!
The sun will once again, triumphant, rise!
21 March 2011
