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Show No Night Thero. . Take it not clean away, Mother which art in 'heaven; Tor childhood's child-hood's sake, ' And some long-cherished things tlirie cannot can-not take Mcm'rles or dusk 0' day, And white beds waiting in tho candled gloom, Whllo little quiet heads bent in tho quiet room Around one kneo to pray End where they will, all our old dreams or rest Begin with twilight and a mother's breast, We aro not wholly grown, But must bo always what wo onco have boen; Sometime, somewhere, the whitest head, must lean; Mayhap In heaven rull-known Mid tho long radiance and the rolling psalm Our wlstrul heart shall mind us or the balm or earth scenes, onre our own Where In sweet tranco or lessoning sight and sound, Sort-fingered Night with darkness lapped us round. And must we lose the moon? Nor evermore Tar down a shadowy pass By some still tarn, watch midnight in a glass Star-crowned with double noon? Forego tho dows, and Romance, and young dreams, And windblown voices or night-slnglog streams That darkling Idyla croon? Be patient with us, Lord; tho moonlight shows Challenging splendors not all noontide knows. Then lot It slowly go Donr hair or earthly lire thai we must miss, Velvoted silence, stars, and slumber's bliss! Lot lingering twilight glow Ero tho All-morning on our darkness break, Nor this, Thou MorclTul, our frailty make, ir wo waking so; Ono qulvo'rlng moment turning Trom tho light, Soy, with wot races: "0 Oood Night, goodnight!" good-night!" William Hervoy Woods, In Scribnor. 1 , , |
