Lawrence, what though the world be growing dark, And twilight cool thy potent day inclose! The sun, beneath the round earth sunk, still glows All the night through, sleepless and young and stark. Oh, be thy spirit faithful as the lark, More daring: in the midnight of thy woes, Dart through them, higher than earth's shadow goes, Into the Light of which thou art a spark! Be willing to be blind--that, in thy night, The Lord may bring his Father to thy door, And enter in, and feast thy soul with light. Then shall thou dream of darksome ways no more, Forget the gloom that round thy windows lies, And shine, God's house, all radiant in our eyes.