FEAST OF THE ASSUMPTION.
"A NIGHT PRAYER."
Dark! Dark! Dark! The sun is set; the day is dead: Thy Feast has fled; My eyes are wet with tears unshed; I bow my head; Where the star-fringed shadows softly sway I bend my knee, And, like a homesick child, I pray, Mary, to thee.
Dark! Dark! Dark! And, all the day — since white-robed priest In farthest East, In dawn's first ray — began the Feast, I — I the least — Thy least, and last, and lowest child, I called on thee! Virgin! didst hear? my words were wild; Didst think of me?