not all is in night

 there is some magic in the changing sound

of music in the modulated touch

over the distance we have gained so much

crossing great waters at a single bound

while all the pains of the old hurt were drowned

and honour met  just one step past the clutch

of oldest terrors we learn truth is such

a mighty gift yet one we may expound

our hope for progress turns right back to shame

when out of darkness we find naught but force

to hold us back and keep us from our right

when what is needed is but one bright flame

to serve as guide to set us back on course

reminding hearts that not all is in night