"The dying words of Goethe." <br /> <br /> <br />"Light! more light! the shadows deepen, <br />And my life is ebbing low, <br />Throw the windows widely open: <br />Light! more light! before I go. <br /> <br />"Softly let the balmy sunshine <br />Play around my dying bed, <br />E'er the dimly lighted valley <br />I with lonely feet must tread. <br /> <br />"Light! more light! for Death is weaving <br />Shadows 'round my waning sight, <br />And I fain would gaze upon him <br />Through a stream of earthly light." <br /> <br />Not for greater gifts of genius; <br />Not for thoughts more grandly bright, <br />All the dying poet whispers <br />Is a prayer for light, more light. <br /> <br />Heeds he not the gathered laurels, <br />Fading slowly from his sight; <br />All the poet's aspirations <br />Centre in that prayer for light. <br /> <br />Gracious Saviour, when life's day-dreams <br />Melt and vanish from the sight, <br />May our dim and longing vision <br />Then be blessed with light, more light.<br /><br />Frances Ellen Watkins Harper<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/let-the-light-enter/
