God fills all space;
And Love controls in every situation.
No night so dark that Science cannot trace
The path of Truth, to speed your destination,
Where safe in Soul, upon a quiet shore,
You find your goal, and rest,
To want no more.
But in the darkest hour remember this:
That midnight chimes are heralds of the morn,
A call of thought to Love's eternal bliss
Speeding the traveler to his homeward bourne.
And what of night, when daylight's hour reveals
The flowers of yesterday? If night conceals
Their beauty for a space, they do not die ;
But all their lively grace
Is there beside you in the darkest hour.
