Anna Âdén
Let the Light Enter
“Light! more light! the shadows deepen,
“Softly let the balmy sunshine
“Light! more light! for Death is weaving
Not for greater gifts of genius;
Heeds he not the gathered laurels,
Gracious Saviour, when life’s day-dreams
FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER
The Dying Words of Goethe
And my life is ebbing low,
Throw the windows widely open:
Light! more light! before I go.
Play around my dying bed,
E’er the dimly lighted valley
I with lonely feet must tread.
Shadows ‘round my waning sight,
And I fain would gaze upon him
Through a stream of earthly light.”
Not for thoughts more grandly bright,
All the dying poet whispers
Is a prayer for light, more light.
Fading slowly from his sight;
All the poet’s aspirations
Centre in that prayer for light.
Melt and vanish from the sight,
May our dim and longing vision
Then be blessed with light, more light.
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