From dim, prospective ill, a shade.
And yet, my darling child, the night,
With starless depths, may come, and day,
The sunniest e’en, hath gloomy hours;
What then will cheer the darkened way?
Lo here! where deepest shade appals,
The Saviour’s constant footstep falls.
Seek thou, my child, the record oft,
When faint thy weary heart, and dim
With tears thine eye; our varied life