I.

In my life, too full of shadows,

Beamed a lovely vision bright.

Now the lovely vision's vanished,

I am girt about by night.

Little children in the darkness

Feel uneasy fears erelong,

And, to chase away their terrors,

They will sing aloud a song.

I, a foolish child, am singing

Likewise in the dark apart.

If my homely lay lack sweetness,

Yet it cheers my anxious heart.

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