The Horror of a Great Darkness.
By Eliza H. Morton
THERE are times in our lives
When our lights grow dim,
And the Lord seems afar
When we call on Him,
And we feel, as we kneel,
The horror of a great darkness. There are ways that are drear
To our aching eyes,
And we fain would lie down
'Neath the gloomy skies
And rebel; and repel
The horror of a great darkness. And we cry in our pain,
In our inmost heart,
For we feel in our soul
The blood-drops start,
And we know all the wo,—
The horror of a great darkness. Just one thing can avail
When the night is here:
Pray in faith to the Lord
Till the lights appear,
And the day drives away
The horror of a great darkness.
ELIZA H. MORTON.