Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.—Ephesians, 5:14.
Full many a time and oft, I read
In lines of measured melody
Wherein the poet's heart breathed forth
Such words as these to comfort earth:
"Hope springs eternal in the breast;"
And yet, no ray of hope or love
Made radiant the deepening gloom.
Like some lone mariner at sea,
Through starless night and lowering day,
Still searching with a leaden heart
For a white sail to bear him home,
So I gazed o'er the sea of life,
Whereon despair's long, gruesome night
Had settled down.
