Poems (Harper, 1898)/Let the Light Enter

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Let the Light Enter.
The dying words of Goethe.
"Light! more light! the shadows deepen, And my life is ebbing low,Throw the windows widely open: Light more light! before I go.
"Softly let the balmy sunshine Play around my dying bed,E'er the dimly lighted valley I with lonely feet must tread.
"Light! more light! for Death is weaving Shadows 'round my waning sight,And I fain would gaze upon him Through a stream of earthly light."
Not for greater gifts of genius; Not for thoughts more grandly bright,All the dying poet whispers Is a prayer for light, more light.
Heeds he not the gathered laurels, Fading slowly from his sight;All the poet's aspirations Centre in that prayer for light.
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Gracious Saviour, when life's day-dreams. Melt and vanish from the sight,May our dim and longing vision Then be blessed with light, more light.

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