A sadness settles with the sinking sun, A light gone out and all the earth grown cold, The inconstant stars reflecting yield no warmth And cavernous night resumes its stranglehold.
In unconscious dream or nightmare wanderings Where dark pernicious visitants abound We walk the shores of dark unknowingly And enter realms we were not meant to sound.
When we into those nether worlds descend, Unaware of guardian or guide, Devoid of sight we cannot comprehend The dangers of the soul that might betide
The traveller of the night in these fell deeps Where the Betrayer is often garbed as friend, His approaching smile, his warm and welcome hand Extended to lure us to untimely end.
To traverse these depths we cannot own nor claim No talisman secure, no magic charm Inviolate but on our lips the Name, All evil's strength His Presence shall disarm.
Poems Undated (1727)
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