THE FRIEND

If darkness and gloom press you down,
If no one is there to give you courage,
Will you stop singing, O poet of the Dawn ?
Will a painful strain sully your victory song ?
In the secret chamber of the heart
Weeps your Real Friend,
Yearning to come out and be with you always-
Call Him forth and hold His hands,
Bind them with uniting strings of love
And torrents of light will fill your heart,
Burning away all the burden of pain.
Then your whole being will sing out
Its songs of Hope
And leaving behind all that pulls you back
You will walk ahead into the Land of Dreams.