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?
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.
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.
Of bitter black despair—
Then Another day will dawn and find me brave;
And not afraid to dare.
Clarissa Scott Delany