Let The Light Enter.

The dying words of Goethe.      "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.