'Tis way past midnight,
And the hunger call is heard
With myriad prayers that shake and rend the soul,
God-given, God-redeemed,
And so because of that
It seeks, only one haven 'neath
The shading canopy of day and night,
Where comfort unspeakable is found
In Love's eternal light.
And the hunger call is heard
With myriad prayers that shake and rend the soul,
God-given, God-redeemed,
And so because of that
It seeks, only one haven 'neath
The shading canopy of day and night,
Where comfort unspeakable is found
In Love's eternal light.
'Tis way past midnight,
And the depth of gloom is brightened,
By a star, that sheds a lustrous ray
And burnishes the tarnished shield of Hope,
Whose careful vigilance and steadfastness
Fails seldom, save only when the mind
Plays false and rests itself upon the fading sands of earth;
Where naught is found but crime,
With sickness, want and dearth.
And the depth of gloom is brightened,
By a star, that sheds a lustrous ray
And burnishes the tarnished shield of Hope,
Whose careful vigilance and steadfastness
Fails seldom, save only when the mind
Plays false and rests itself upon the fading sands of earth;
Where naught is found but crime,
With sickness, want and dearth.
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