Hidden Deeps.
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And moan in the hush of the starless night,
When ghosts are quick in the gloom,
And he steals away from the haunts of men
To watch by that nameless tomb.
When ghosts are quick in the gloom,
And he steals away from the haunts of men
To watch by that nameless tomb.
Every man in the deep of his heart
Nurseth a feeble spark,
That flickers and fails as the drear winds blow,
Yet always survives the dark;
And if he will shield it with steady hand,
Though nearer the storm-clouds roll,
It will gather strength, till it shines at last
A star to his passing soul.
Nurseth a feeble spark,
That flickers and fails as the drear winds blow,
Yet always survives the dark;
And if he will shield it with steady hand,
Though nearer the storm-clouds roll,
It will gather strength, till it shines at last
A star to his passing soul.
