Long watched-for herald of the coming day!
It brought a thrill of gladness to my breast.
With clasped hands, and streaming eyes, I prayed,
Thanking my God for light, though long delayed—
And gentle calm stole o’er my wild unrest.
“Oh, soul!” I said, “thy boding murmurs cease;
Though sorrow bind thee as a funeral pall,
Thy Father’s hand is guiding thee through all—
His love will bring a true and perfect peace.
Look upward once again, though drear the night;