Here you will find the Poem He Is Safe of poet Sydney Thompson Dobell
'And it shall come to pass at eventide There shall be light.' Lord, it hath come to pass. As one day to the world so now to me Thine advent. My dark eve is white as noon; My year so sour and green is gold and red; Mine eyes have seen Thy Goodness. All is done. All things bespeak an end. I am come near The crown o' this steep earth. My feet still stand Cold in the western shadow, but my brow Lives in the living light. The toil is o'er, Surely 'He giveth His beloved Rest.' I feel two worlds: one ends and one begins. Methinks I dwell in both; being much here, But more hereafter: even as when the nurse Doth give the babe into the mother's arms, And she who hath not quite resigned, and she Who hath not all received, support in twain The single burden; ne'ertheless the babe Already tastes its mother. Lord, I come. Thy signs are in me. 'He shall wipe away All tears:' Thou see'st my tears are wiped away. 'There shall be no more pain:' Lord, it is done, Here there is no more pain. 'The sun no more Shall be their light by day:' even so, Lord, I need no light of sun or moon! My heart Is as a lamp of jasper, crystal-clear, Dark when Thy light is out, but lit with Thee The sun may be a suckling at this breast, And milk a nobler glory. Lord, I know Mine hour. This painful world, that was of thorns, Is roses. Like a fragrance thro' my soul I breathe a balm of slumber. Let me sleep. Bring me my easy pillows, Margery. I am asleep; this oak is soft: all things Are rest: I sink as into bliss. O Lord, Now lettest Thou Thy servant depart in peace.