Comfort
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| (Night Sky Panorama, Sept '10 by Louis Vest - found here) |
Stumbled in dream-born anguish of the night,
He found, in some strange star above the wild,
Dim comfort, nameless light.
Now, being come full-grown
To a bleak vision, a mature despair,
He only knows he is not all alone.
Comfort and help are there.
Seek, seek through all the dark!
We are not fallen from the height we planned,
If in the cloud we see one beckoning spark,
Touch once the unseen Hand.
~Marjorie Pickthall
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