Then Another Day Will Dawn
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 across the ocean waves,
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—
Then Another day will dawn and find me brave;
And not afraid to dare. 

Clarissa Scott Delany
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