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James Whitcomb Riley - Wait For The Morning
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Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed,
  As surely as the night hath given need.
  The yearning eyes, at last, will strain their sight
  No more unanswered by the morning light;
  No longer will they vainly strive, through tears,
  To pierce the darkness of thy doubts and fears,
  But, bathed in balmy dews and rays of dawn,
  Will smile with rapture o`er the darkness drawn.

  Wait for the morning, O thou smitten child,
  Scorned, scourged and persecuted and reviled--
  Athirst and famishing, none pitying thee,
  Crowned with the twisted thorns of agony--
  No faintest gleam of sunlight through the dense
  Infinity of gloom to lead thee thence--
  Wait for the morning:--It will come, indeed,
  As surely as the night hath given need.
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