Now blue day is but a memory Sequestered in an anteroom of mind, For night has spread her darkness stealthily And we through labyrinthine byways wind
Supported by a faith that dawn will come And once again our mortal eyes shall see The pathway for the seekers' journey home, Averting the nocturnal treachery
Of beings that await the silent hour When the watchman sleeps and thought is laid to rest. It is the time of an abysmal power That haunts men's' souls, seeking the depressed,
The lonely, the demonic and the weak And poignant ones who live in sorrow draped, When evil forces on the unjust wreak Misfortune; few are those who have escaped
The perils of the gulf, the unknown straits. Safety lies in consciousness and prayer For in the blackness God also waits His golden light upon the golden stair.
Poems Undated (1727)
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