Iii

"Not, that is too profound for me, Too lofty for a fallen thing. More keenly do I feel than see; Far liefer would I, than take wing, Beneath it be.

"The night--the dark--will soon be here, The gloom that doth my heart appal so I How can I tell what may be near? My faith is in the Lord--but also He hath made fear.

"I quail, I cower, I strive to flee; Though oft I watched without affright, The stern magnificence of night, When Adam was with me