And o’er the weary one that longs for sleep
He bends his gracious head.
“Poor eyes!” he saith, “long have ye wept and waked;
I come to bid your tears and vigils cease.”
“Poor heart!” he saith, “long hast thou yearned and ached;
I come to give thee peace.”
“Be of good cheer,” he saith, “world-weary waif.
One sharp swift step, and all the way is trod:
Through the heaped darkness I will lead thee safe
To the great light of God.”