Not unto endless dark do we go down, <br />Though all the wisdom of wide earth said yea, <br />Yet my fond heart would throb eternal nay. <br />Night, prophet of morning, wears her starry crown, <br />And jewels with hope her murkiest shades that frown. <br />Death's doubt is kernelled in each prayer we pray. <br />Eternity but night in some vast day <br />Of God's far-off red flame of love's renown. <br />Not unto endless dark. We may not know <br />The distant deeps to which our hopings go, <br />The tidal shores where ebbs our fleeting breath: <br />But over ill and dread and doubt's fell dart, <br />Sweet hope, eternal, holds the human heart, <br />And love laughs down the desolate dusks of death.<br /><br />William Wilfred Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-unto-endless-dark/
