Even-Song (Laurence Hughes)

The day is spent and hath his will on me,
I and the Sun have run our races;
I went the slower, yet more paces, for I decay, not he.
Lord, make my losses up and set me free,
I who cannot now by day look on his daring brightness,
May shine then more bright than he.
If thou defer this light then shadow me:
lest that the night, Earth’s gloo my shade,
fouling her nest, my earth invade
As if shades knew not Thee.
But thou art Light and darkness both together:
If that be dark, we cannot see,
The sun is darker than a tree
and Thou more dark than either.
Yet Thou art not so dark since I know this
But that my darkness may touch thine,
And hope that hope, that may teach it to shine,
Since Light thy darkness is.
O let my soul, whose keys I must deliver
Into the hands of senseless dreams
Which know not Thee
Suck in thy beams and wake
and with thee forever.