Undimmed

ESTHER BRINTON

It is a night hung dark with clouds;
But let a wind arise
To blow away the storm,
And lo, in steadfast calm
Will march the Stars
As they are marching even now
Upon their radiant way,
Shining—undimmed
Above the storm-bound world.

If in a time of sorrow or of doubt
Mists should becloud the horizon of my hope,
Steadfast may I be found,
My light, a radiant path
By law maintained,
Shining—undimmed
Athwart the darkened world.