Text:The Lamp.
Translator:Joseph Morris

50. The Lamp.

A weary pilgrim sat,
Above a gloomy stream,
A lamp he firmly held
Shed round a cheerful gleam:
It showed that river’s farther banks,
Crowded with wistful spirit ranks.

He cometh to the stream,
Adown a rough ravine,
The lamp still in his hand
By friends above is seen;
And friends beyond can see him come,
His lamp reveals him through the gloom.

Now mid the rushing tide,
The Faithful One he sees
With arms spread open wide,
To bear him into Peace:
And in the world where he is gone,
They need no lamp nor light of sun.

Text Information
First Line: A weary pilgrim sat
Title: The Lamp.
Translator: Joseph Morris (1854)
Meter: 6,6,6,6,8,8
Language: English
Publication Date: 1854
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