Lines in the Dark
Sun Jul 11 2021 04:00:00 GMT+0000 (Coordinated Universal Time)
There lay a line in the night
Ethereal but strong as iron,
Seen only by intellects light,
Yet parting man from woman and father from son.
Who's sad design is this; pray tell?
Why are men divided from their most dear?
'Tis Fear alone that could this spell.
Oh that there were no reason to Fear. . .
For 'tis a hard world, evil is oft abroad,
And without lines in the dark,
Who knows what the future might bode.
But this I know, so hark!
No fear should part forever,
The good man and his most dear.