When on my day of life the night is falling, <br />And, in the winds from unsunned spaces blown, <br />I hear far voices out of darkness calling <br />My feet to paths unknown, <br /> <br />Thou who hast made my home of life so pleasant, <br />Leave not its tenant when its walls decay; <br />O Love Divine, O Helper ever present, <br />Be Thou my strength and stay! <br /> <br />Be near me when all else is from me drifting <br />Earth, sky, home's pictures, days of shade and shine, <br />And kindly faces to my own uplifting <br />The love which answers mine. <br /> <br />I have but Thee, my Father! let Thy spirit <br />Be with me then to comfort and uphold; <br />No gate of pearl, no branch of palm I merit, <br />Nor street of shining gold. <br /> <br />Suffice it if--my good and ill unreckoned, <br />And both forgiven through Thy abounding grace-- <br />I find myself by hands familiar beckoned <br />Unto my fitting place. <br /> <br />Some humble door among Thy many mansions, <br />Some sheltering shade where sin and striving cease, <br />And flows forever through heaven's green expansions <br />The river of Thy peace. <br /> <br />There, from the music round about me stealing, <br />I fain would learn the new and holy song, <br />And find at last, beneath Thy trees of healing, <br />The life for which I long.<br /><br />John Greenleaf Whittier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-last-27/
