Where out beyond the eastern hills <br /> Was faintest light, there, scorning <br />Shadows which warned us back, we turned <br /> Our faces toward the morning. <br /> <br />And soon by daylight we could see <br /> The road we thought so weary; <br />Where we were frightened in the night <br /> Was anything but dreary. <br /> <br />On either side grew grass and flowers, <br /> We saw each other's faces; <br />The light shone deep into our hearts, <br /> The rocks were resting places. <br /> <br />When first upon that morning cold <br /> We saw the golden glory, <br />And found the light was meant for us, <br /> And learned anew its story, <br /> <br />We were so glad. With hearts at rest, <br /> In peace the sunshine found us. <br />We sang a psalm, and smiling watched <br /> The pleasant land around us. <br /> <br />For, though the clouds grow dark o'erhead, <br /> And storms may bring us sorrow, <br />It's not for always, and the sun <br /> Still shines—will shine to-morrow. <br /> <br />We lose the path, our feet soon tire; <br /> We seek new ways, lamenting; <br />And back like truant children come, <br /> Unsatisfied, repenting. <br /> <br />Though we may fall and fall again, <br /> We fear to walk no longer; <br />And even through mistakes and pain <br /> Can hourly grow the stronger. <br /> <br />Dear Lord of Light! forever lead <br />Our wandering hearts. Oh! guide us; <br />Nor let us once in storm or sun <br /> Forget the Friend beside us.<br /><br />Sarah Orne Jewett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/daybreak-29/
