| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Daybreak | | By Mrs. Alice Bradley Neal (1828–1863) |
| | | ONCE more I sought the casement. Lo! a ray, | |
| Faint and uncertain, struggled through the gloom, | |
| And shed a misty twilight on the room,— | |
| Long-watched-for herald of the coming day! | |
| It brought a thrill of gladness to my breast. | 5 |
| With claspéd hands, and streaming eyes, I prayed, | |
| Thanking my God for light, though long delayed; | |
| And gentle calm stole o’er my wild unrest. | |
| “O soul!” said I, “thy boding murmurs cease. | |
| Though sorrow bind thee as a funeral pall, | 10 |
| Thy Father’s hand is guiding thee through all; | |
| His love will bring a true and perfect peace. | |
| Look upward once again, though drear the night: | |
| Earth may be darkness; Heaven will give thee light.” | | | | |
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