WITNESSES.
Whenever my heart. is heavy, And life seems sad as death,A subtle and marvelous mockery Of all who draw their breath,And I weary of throned injustice, The rumor of outrage and wrong,And I doubt if God rules above us, And I cry, O Lord, how long,How long shall sorrow and evil Their forces around them draw!Is there no power in thy right hand, Is there no life in thy law?
Then at last the blazing brightness Of day forsakes its height,Slips like a splendid curtain From the awful and infinite night;And out of the depths of distance, The gulfs of purple space,
