WHEN WILL THE MORNING DAWN?
By Rainbow
We have toiled all night on our pathless way,
Our faces wet with the waves' cold spray;
Surely the midnight long since went by,
Yet is no light in the Eastern sky.
Master! ah, when will the gloom be past,
And the morning dawn for us at last? We have toiled all night, and our frames grow cold,
As the passing hours are slowly told;
Shadows lie thick on the waters still;
The fitful breezes are damp and chill;
We are rowing hard 'gainst wind and tide,
And dangers thicken as on we glide. We have toiled all night, but the day seems far,
In vain we look for the morning star;
The storm-clouds gather apace behind,
And lightnings flash 'mid the howling wind;
The mighty thunders afar are heard,—
Come, we beseech thee, and save us, Lord! Ye have toiled all night, ye have done right well,
And bravely breasted each rising swell;
The fierce storms gather, as well ye say,
But for you there comes the promised day.
Be glad, my children! lift up your eyes!
Behold where your Morning Star doth rise!
—Rainbow.