Let the Light Enter

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Let the Light Enter

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper 1825–1911

Light! more light! the shadows deepen,

And my life is ebbing low,

Throw the windows widely open:

Light! more light! before I go.

Softly let the balmy sunshine

Play around my dying bed,

E'er the dimly lighted valley

I with lonely feet must tread.

Light! more light! for Death is weaving

Shadows 'round my waning sight,

And I fain would gaze upon him

Through a stream of earthly light.

Not for greater gifts of genius;

Not for thoughts more grandly bright,

All the dying poet whispers

Is a prayer for light, more light.

Heeds he not the gathered laurels,

Fading slowly from his sight;

All the poet's aspirations

Centre in that prayer for light.

Gracious Saviour, when life's day-dreams

Melt and vanish from the sight,

May our dim and longing vision

Then be blessed with light, more light.