EPILOGUE.Is it well, O my Soul, is it well?In silent aisles of sombre toneWhere phantoms roam, thou dwell’st apartIn drear alone.Where serpents coil and night-birds dartThou liest prone, O Heart, my Heart,In dread unknown.O Soul of Night, surpassing fair,Guide this poor spirit through the air,And thus atone …This sad Soul, searching for the light….O Soul of Night, enstarréd bright,Shine over all.Enforce thy right to fend for usExtend thy power to fight for usRaise thou night’s pall.Ensteep our minds in lovelinessIn all sweet hope and godlinessGive guard o’er all …This brave Soul striving in stern fight….Thou soul of Night, thou spirit-elf,Rise up and bless.Help us to cleanse in holinessShow how to dress in saintlinessOur weary selves,Expurge our deeds of earthinessExpunge desires of selflinessRise up and bless …This strong Soul dying in such plight….Night gently spreads her wings and fliesStar-laden, wide across the skies.My Soul, new strong,So late enstained with earthly dustSo long estranged in wander-lustGives praise and song,Strives to create in morning lightThe starry wonders of the nightIn praise and song …This strong Soul praising in new right.It is well, O my Soul, it is well….A. L. WREN.
Is it well, O my Soul, is it well?In silent aisles of sombre toneWhere phantoms roam, thou dwell’st apartIn drear alone.Where serpents coil and night-birds dartThou liest prone, O Heart, my Heart,In dread unknown.O Soul of Night, surpassing fair,Guide this poor spirit through the air,And thus atone …This sad Soul, searching for the light….O Soul of Night, enstarréd bright,Shine over all.Enforce thy right to fend for usExtend thy power to fight for usRaise thou night’s pall.Ensteep our minds in lovelinessIn all sweet hope and godlinessGive guard o’er all …This brave Soul striving in stern fight….Thou soul of Night, thou spirit-elf,Rise up and bless.Help us to cleanse in holinessShow how to dress in saintlinessOur weary selves,Expurge our deeds of earthinessExpunge desires of selflinessRise up and bless …This strong Soul dying in such plight….
Night gently spreads her wings and fliesStar-laden, wide across the skies.My Soul, new strong,So late enstained with earthly dustSo long estranged in wander-lustGives praise and song,Strives to create in morning lightThe starry wonders of the nightIn praise and song …This strong Soul praising in new right.It is well, O my Soul, it is well….
A. L. WREN.