W. Wilfred Campbell - The Last Prayer lyrics

Master of life, the day is done; My sun of life is sinking low; I watch the hours slip one by one And hark the night-wind and the snow. And must thou shut the morning out, And dim the eye that loved to see; Silence the melody and rout, And seal the joys of earth for me? And must thou banish all the hope— The large horizon's eagle-swim, The splendor of the far-off slope That ran about the world's great rim, That rose with morning's crimson rays And grew to noonday's gloried dome, Melting to even's purple haze When all the hopes of earth went home? Yea, Master of this ruined house, The mortgage closed, outruns the lease; Long since is hushed the gay carouse And now the windowed lights must cease. The doors all barred, the shutters up, Dismantled, empty, wall and floor, And now for one grim eve to sup With d**h the bailiff at the door. Yea, I will take the gloomward road Where fast the Arctic nights set in, To reach the bourne of that abode Which thou hast kept for all my kin. And all life's splendid joys forego, Walled in with night and senseless stone, If at the last my heart might know Through all the dark one joy alone. Yea, thou mayst quench the latest spark Of life's weird day's expectancy, Roll down the thunders of the dark And close the light of life for me. Melt all the splendid blue above And let these magic wonders die, If thou wilt only leave me Love And Love's heart-brother Memory. Though all the hopes of every race Crumbled in one red crucible, And melted mingled into space, Yet, Master, thou wert merciful.