Night Song

The night was made for rest and sleep,

For winds that softly sigh;

It was not made for grief and tears;

So then why do I cry?

The wind that blows through leafy trees

Is soft and warm and sweet;

For me the night is a gracious cloak

To hide my soul's defeat.

Just one dark hour of shaken depths,

Of bitter black despair

Another day will find me brave

And not afraid to dare!