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IN DARKNESS

Cold sail, against the evening gray
Departing down the world's dim slope;
Pale ghost, thou seem'st to bear away
My every joy, my every hope.
What thoughts are these? What pallid brood
Of phantoms from the past emerge?
Is this the world that seemed so good,
Brimming with joy from verge to verge?
Was morning only fair to mock
The bitterness of after years,
While Fate was waiting to unlock
The unsuspected fount of tears?
Cold the gray sky and cold the sail
That fades into the distance cold;
The level sea lies cold and pale,
And sorrow as the world is old.
Yea, sorrow as the world is old.
But lo, along the sullen gloom
Steal broken gleams of ruddy gold
That far the pathless waste illume.
Jove's planet up the darkness swings.
Oh, happy light from heaven that pours
Across the bitter brine, and brings
A glimmer to the hopeless shores,
Touch me, and let me climb by thee.
That I may find above the pain
Of these dark hours my peace and see
My heights of heavenly joy again!