The Peep of Day

by Favell Lee Mortimer

Of wondering Peter fall the iron bands;

The gates fly open of their own accord,

And Peter is to liberty restor’d.

His guide he follows through the gloom of night

(Where angels are there needs no other light);

The angel’s gone, and Peter, left alone,

Sees and admires the love his God has shown.

At yonder gate he knocks; thence prayer ascends,

On this sad night, from Peter’s sorrowing friends:

With glad surprise the maiden hears his voice;