Within the fog that welds the sea and skies!

Far distant runs the morn:

To all, alert and faithful in the night,

May there be Light!

Now glow the lesser lamps in rooms of pain,

Where nurse and doctor watch the joyless breath,

Drawn in a sigh, and sighing lost again.

Who waits without the threshold, Life or Death?

Reckon you loss or gain?

To all, alert and faithful in the night,