pax

1 shall the night have mercy on my weak soul?

2 t’is wonder and fog that doth shine dimly 

3 makes angry ships sink with undeserv’d pride

4 sorrowful and incomprehensible 

5 stand my thoughts yielding bright with agony

6 twilight crawls by obscurely uncertain 

7 with every new mourning hope starts anew

8 i can see a premonition in the 

9 impenetrable grey of the wistful sky 

10 “Days of beauty shall soon cease soft weeping,

11 light springs will flow, and all nature rejoice;

12 in a moment’s lull sorrow is no more. 

13 As sure as the lark that sings out each morn, 

14 my child, a wishful age of peace is born.”