As burns a lonely flame in Night Assailed by winds of doubt and fear And sees alone its lonely shadow Casting circles faint and pale, No comrade light within its scope To gain admittance widening The frail and meagre flickering-- The faithful know the awesome truth Of Night's descending dreadful dark When the soul that is once touch by Light Must cross those portals, the doors of death, And face the reign of blackness square And know the saving Hands are there While silent sinks the grasping past.
First published in Mother India - October 1971
Poems Undated (1727)
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