Poems (Barker)/Waiting for the Morning
Waiting For The Morning.
We are waiting for the morning, Stranded on a rocky shore,Though we catch no gleam of brightness, And the billows wildly roar;We are waiting for the morning When its light at last appears,We can make our way in safety, While our bark the danger clears.
We, are waiting for the morning When at last it dawneth bright,We with well united efforts Will escape this gloomy night;And before the shadows lengthen, And we hear the sullen roarOf the dark and stormy billows, We can reach a brighter shore.
We are waiting for the morning On a weary battle plain,When its beams upon us brighten, We can gather up the slain.In the darkness black and awful We are kneeling sad and lone,Hearing o'er again the battle With its bitter dying moan.
We are waiting for the morning, Then we make the soldiers gravePlacing but the simple head board There to mark our noble brave:When we catch a gleam of morning, Then our task must be begun,And it all must be completed Ere the setting of the sun.
We are waiting for the morning. In this earth so full of night,Knowing that without its brightness We can never reach the light.Oh! the dark and stormy river, Lying ever just before,We must cross before we're landed On the bright immortal shore.