I AM waiting in the shadow for the light that yet shall dawn—
For the glory of the morning that will some time come to me;
When the last faint clouds of night-tide from my sight will be withdrawn,
And mine eyes shall see!
Even here I catch faint glimpses of the radiance that awaits;
And my spirit seems to learn some fragments of a far-off song:
There the light is never clouded, and away beyond the gates,
I shall know ere long.
Only now my spirit lingers, bound within this house of clay—
May not break her mortal fetters yet, and be forever free—
Waits to put on life, and pass into the glory of the day,
Where her home shall be.