Storm and strife and stress, <br />Lost in a wilderness, <br />Groping to find a way, <br />Forth to the haunts of day <br /> <br />Sudden a vista peeps, <br />Out of the tangled deeps, <br />Only a point--the ray <br />But at the end is day. <br /> <br />Dark is the dawn and chill, <br />Daylight is on the hill, <br />Night is the flitting breath, <br />Day rides the hills of death.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/death-507/
