O, what comfort brings the night!
The darkening sky\'s frown
Broken only by street light
Poking holes in it\'s gown;
Bitter winds that swirl the rain
Bosom friends in disguise
Once they relent and refrain
And the stinging leaves our eyes;
The beckoning haven of the candle glow
Away from the rasping din
The flame flickers to and fro
Drawing the moths within;
Everything of the night
Does not defeat but inspire
Just a fore-runner to the light
And the sun\'s daily fire;
High in those pillows of doom-clouds
Moving on, leaving not a trace
Wrap myself in their freezing shrouds
But still with a smile on my face.