Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed, <br />As surely as the night hath given need. <br />The yearning eyes, at last, will strain their sight <br />No more unanswered by the morning light; <br />No longer will they vainly strive, through tears, <br />To pierce the darkness of thy doubts and fears, <br />But, bathed in balmy dews and rays of dawn, <br />Will smile with rapture o'er the darkness drawn. <br /> <br />Wait for the morning, O thou smitten child, <br />Scorned, scourged and persecuted and reviled-- <br />Athirst and famishing, none pitying thee, <br />Crowned with the twisted thorns of agony-- <br />No faintest gleam of sunlight through the dense <br />Infinity of gloom to lead thee thence-- <br />Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed, <br />As surely as the night hath given need.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wait-for-the-morning/
