Poems (Jackson)/In the Dark

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IN THE DARK.
AS one who journeys on a stormy nightThrough mountain passes which he does not knowShields like his life from savage gusts that blowThe swaying flame of his frail torch's light,So each of us through life's long groping fightClings fast to one dear faith, one love, whose glowMakes darkness noonday to our trusting sight,And joys of perils into which we go.God help us, when this precious shining markThe raging storms of deep distrust assailWith icy, poisoned breath and deadly aim,Till we, with hearts that shrink and cower and quailIn terror which no measure has nor name,Stand trembling, helpless, palsied, in the dark.
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