In the Morning

by Willis Boyd Allen

And sweeping away on its gladsome tide

The fears and doubts, o’er which I sighed,

To the depths of the sea, to the depths of the sea,—

The cares and sins that have haunted me!

I thank thee for thy help, sweet hour,

For thou hast helped me true and well;

I thank thee for the gentle spell

Beneath which thou dost wield thy power,

And when the twilight seeks at morn

Her convent walls within the west,