John Gould Fletcher - From the Night to the Dawn lyrics

In every night some haggard hours there are Whose pa**ing is unnoted, save by those Unconquered by dim slumber and her shows; The wretched and the houseless near and far, And those for whom the night cannot unbar The common gate to her divine repose, Whose nerves are torn by living and its woes, Until they sink in some melee of war. These know and these alone the secret things: The mysteries which those who see must die: The silent spaces of which no one sings: The grey d**h-minutes fading, till on high Aloft there flash the sudden glorious wings Of dawn and fill with light the hollow sky.