The Lamp
Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
If I can bear your love
like a lamp before me,
When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,
I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,
Nor cry in terror.
If I can find out God,
then I shall find Him;
If none can find Him,
then I shall sleep soundly,
Knowing how well on earth your love sufficed me
A lamp in darkness.