The last of fading light slips in my room
To cast its shadows long across the floor
The sun it seems is bowing to the gloom
Of looming painful night forevermore.
For beaconís light I search the lonely shore
Horizon scan for any glimpse at all
The pain from out my soul begins to pour
As crashing waves of grief cause me to fall.
My heart courageous beats yet canít forestall
The ravages this storm shall surely wreak
In youth I thought Iíd rise above the pall
Of suffering, enshrouded days so bleak.
Yet agony, at last, I call you friend
For to His side youíve led me in the end.
And slight is the sting of his trouble
Whose winnings are less than his worth;
For he who is honest is noble,
Whatever his fortunes or birth.~~~Alice Cary, ~Nobility~