The Knickerbocker/Volume 13/Number 5/Voices of the Night
VOICES OF THE NIGHT.
A Third Psalm of Life: By the Author of 'A Psalm of Death.'
I.When the hours of Day are numbered, And the Voices of the NightWake the better soul that slumbered, To a holy, calm delight:II.Ere the evening lamps are lighted, And, like phantoms grim and tall,Shadows from the fitful fire-light Dance upon the parlor wall:III.Then the forms of the departed Enter at the open door;The beloved ones, the true-hearted, Come to visit me once more.IV.He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife;By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life!V.They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore,Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!VI.And with them the Being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given,More than all things else to love me, And is now a saint in heaven.VII.With a slow and noiseless footstep, Comes that messenger divine,Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine.VIII.And she sits and gazes at me, With those deep and tender eyes,Like the stars so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.IX.Uttered not, yet comprehended, Is the spirit's voiceless prayer,Soft rebukes, in blessings ended, Breathing from her lips of air.X.O, though oft depressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside,If I but remember only Such as these have lived and died!