By the Author of “John Halifax, Gentleman.”
Gray heavens, gray earth, gray sea, gray sky,
Yet rifted with strange gleams of gold,
Downward, all’s dark; but up on high
Walk our white angels,—dear of old.
Strong faith in God and trust in man,
In patience we possess our souls;
Eastward, grey ghosts may linger wan,
But westward, back the shadow rolls.