The Children of the Night

For those that never know the light,
 ； The darkness is a sullen thing；
And they, the Children of the Night,
 ； Seem lost in Fortune‘s winnowing.

But some are strong and some are weak, --
 ； And there‘s the story. House and home
Are shut from countless hearts that seek
 ； World-refuge that will never come.

And if there be no other life,
 ； And if there be no other chance
To weigh their sorrow and their strife
 ； Than in the scales of circumstance,

‘T were better, ere the sun go down
 ； Upon the first day we embark,
In life‘s imbittered sea to drown,
 ； Than sail forever in the dark.

But if there be a soul on earth
 ； So blinded with its own misuse
Of man‘s revealed, incessant worth,
 ； Or worn with anguish, that it views

No light but for a mortal eye,
 ； No rest but of a mortal sleep,
No God but in a prophet‘s lie,
 ； No faith for "hone

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