HER FAITH.
Becausemy faltering feet will fail to dareThe downward of the endless steps of Hell,Give me the word in time that triumphs there.I too must go into the dreadful hollow,Where all our human laughter stops—and hark!The tiny stuffless voices of the darkHave called me, called me till I needs must follow.Give me the word, and I’ll attempt it well.Say it’s the little winking of an eye,Which in that issue is uncurtained quite.A little sleep that helps a moment byBetween the thin dawn and the large daylight.Oh! tell me more than yet was hoped of men,Swear that’s true now, and I’ll believe it then.
Becausemy faltering feet will fail to dareThe downward of the endless steps of Hell,Give me the word in time that triumphs there.I too must go into the dreadful hollow,Where all our human laughter stops—and hark!The tiny stuffless voices of the darkHave called me, called me till I needs must follow.Give me the word, and I’ll attempt it well.Say it’s the little winking of an eye,Which in that issue is uncurtained quite.A little sleep that helps a moment byBetween the thin dawn and the large daylight.Oh! tell me more than yet was hoped of men,Swear that’s true now, and I’ll believe it then.
Becausemy faltering feet will fail to dareThe downward of the endless steps of Hell,Give me the word in time that triumphs there.
Becausemy faltering feet will fail to dare
The downward of the endless steps of Hell,
Give me the word in time that triumphs there.
I too must go into the dreadful hollow,Where all our human laughter stops—and hark!The tiny stuffless voices of the darkHave called me, called me till I needs must follow.
I too must go into the dreadful hollow,
Where all our human laughter stops—and hark!
The tiny stuffless voices of the dark
Have called me, called me till I needs must follow.
Give me the word, and I’ll attempt it well.
Give me the word, and I’ll attempt it well.
Say it’s the little winking of an eye,Which in that issue is uncurtained quite.A little sleep that helps a moment byBetween the thin dawn and the large daylight.Oh! tell me more than yet was hoped of men,Swear that’s true now, and I’ll believe it then.
Say it’s the little winking of an eye,
Which in that issue is uncurtained quite.
A little sleep that helps a moment by
Between the thin dawn and the large daylight.
Oh! tell me more than yet was hoped of men,
Swear that’s true now, and I’ll believe it then.