Over the ocean of life’s commotion <br /> We sail till the night comes on. <br />Sail and sail in a tiny boat, <br /> Drifting wherever the billows go. <br />Out on the treacherous sea afloat, <br /> Beat by the cruel winds that blow, <br />Hither and thither our boat is drawn, <br />Till the day dies out and the night comes on. <br /> <br />Over a meadow of light and shadow <br /> We wander with weary feet, <br />Seeking a bauble men call “Fame, ” <br /> Grasping the dead-sea fruit named “wealth, ” <br />Finding each but an empty name, <br /> And the night – the night steals on by stealth, <br />And we count the season of slumber sweet, <br />When hope lies dead in the arms of defeat. <br /> <br />Over the river a great Forever <br /> Stretches beyond our sight. <br />But I know by the glistening pearly gates <br /> Afar from the region of strife and sin, <br />A beautiful angel always waits <br /> To welcome the sheep of the shepherd in. <br />And out of the shadows of gloom and night, <br />They enter the mansion of peace and light.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/until-the-night/
