When that dark night-

Will there be...

When that dark night of the soil
Closes round, can your spirit rest
Among the quiet unceasing toil
Of the eyeless limbless worms,
Or will your soul unencumbered
rise like spring sap into the light
of a day beneath a sun unsetting?

Will there be no sabbath darkness
in that eternal and perfect world,
no season to close our tired eyes,
silently to rest, perchance to dream,
or will we never weary with good
things, never tire at all of raising
our redeemed and mellow voices
in loud and irrepressible praises? 

Walk in hope-

-henry