The Memory of Light

Perhaps there now shall come at last an end

To sorrow and the endless siege of soul.

For I have borne the alienating cold,

A struggling flame to keep within the breast,

The wavering compass needle at the point

Where my delight was found before thy feet.

And when the darkness gathered round my heart

The memory of light sustained me still

In each remembered smile thou cast on me

In the radiance of thy divine love.