Enough

ALICE MORGAN HARRISON.

THE thirsting of long years,
And now this draught!
The darkness of thick tears,
And now this shaft
Of radiant, beckoning light,
Missioned to banish
All the old, long night!

The wistful reaching out,
And now this touch!
The littleness, the doubt,
And now the much,—
The vastness of glad hope!
An opening pathway,
Where I used to grope!

This, then, enough to-day!
The light will grow,
The clouds all pass away,
The clear path show.
The blessedness of this
Is certain foretaste
Of Life's perfect bliss.