OCR Text |
Show IN AGONY. All night I lay in agony. My soul Was sullen with despair; and near me stole An angel of rebellion, darkly seen Through misty vapors, heavy and unclean. At last the morning came, the shadow fled. The angel left me and the pain was dead; And in my heart a surging joy did rise, A great Te Deum, mounting to the skies. Then as I praised the God who made me glad, I heard within my heart a whisper sad: O foolish soul! At last thou thankest Me! Was I not with thee in thine agony?" Franklin C. Keycs in Ave Marie. |