What of the Night?
Born 11/21/1844
To you, who look below,
Where little candles glow --
Who listen in a narrow street,
Confused with noise of passing feet --
To you 'tis wild and dark;
No light, no guide, no ark,
For travellers lost on moor and lea,
And ship-wrecked mariners at sea.
But they who stand apart,
With hushed but wakeful heart --
They hear the lulling of the gale,
And see the dawn-rise faint and pale.
A dawn whereto they grope
In trembling faith and hope,
If haply, brightening, it may cast
A gleam on path and goal at last.
DayPoems Poem No. 866
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/866.html">What of the Night? by Ada Cambridge</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
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