No night so wild but brings the constant sun With love and power untold; No time so dark but through its woof there run Some blessed threads of gold.
Christopher Pearse CranchDecember drops no weak, relenting tear, By our fond summer sympathies ensnared; Nor from the perfect circle of the year Can even winter's crystal gems be spared.
Christopher Pearse CranchO Light divine! we need no fuller test That all is ordered well; We know enough to trust that all is best Where Love and Wisdom dwell.
Christopher Pearse CranchWe are spirits clad in veils; Man by man was never seen; All our deep communing fails To remove the shadowy screen.
Christopher Pearse Cranch