The night is long, but long Thy mercies are; The night is dark, but oh, Thy face is bright! Through heavy clouds Thy love breaks like a star, And lays a benediction on the night. The weary watches lose their weariness As I take thought -- too tardy thought -- of Thee, And all the dreary burdens that oppress, Thy pity lifts, and leaves my spirit free. How good Thou art, unutterably kind! How patient, endless patient with Thy child! And I to all Thy loveliness how blind, Against Thy waiting pureness how defiled! Amid these friendly darknesses I creep Ashamed and worn to Thine enfolding arms; Thy pardon gathers round me like a sleep, Thy tender broodings comfort my alarms. The day is coming. What it coldly brings I know not, and no longer do I care. Deep in my heart my Father's blessing sings, And all His nights, and all His days, are fair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH POETICAL ABSTRACTS: 2. METAPHYSICAL by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLEDGE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO OUR MOCKING-BIRD; DIED OF A CAT, MAY, 1878 by SIDNEY LANIER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE |