COMFORT IN THE DARK.
Once when my weary heart grew weary of all restless life,
I sat me down in solitude to brood, upon the world and all her wrongs.
My soul with pity overflowed, that I had not a hand so broad,
That I might gather unto peaceful rest, all hearts that suffer with sore pain.
"Ah! me, I cried, if I might break all bars of prisons, heal all wrongs,
If I might fill all hearts with song, and teach the poet's pen sweet lays,
Sweet melodies of praise, and bid him sing of all things beautiful in thought,
Eschewing all things sorrowful and sad."
I sat me down in solitude to brood, upon the world and all her wrongs.
My soul with pity overflowed, that I had not a hand so broad,
That I might gather unto peaceful rest, all hearts that suffer with sore pain.
"Ah! me, I cried, if I might break all bars of prisons, heal all wrongs,
If I might fill all hearts with song, and teach the poet's pen sweet lays,
Sweet melodies of praise, and bid him sing of all things beautiful in thought,
Eschewing all things sorrowful and sad."
"If I might cast aside all creeds, all sects, all doctrines, all beliefs,
Of hells, and sins, and vices black, and bring man from his selfish bondage back, and found one creed of love."
Of hells, and sins, and vices black, and bring man from his selfish bondage back, and found one creed of love."
