Covington Hall

“ His path may stretch down valleys where eternal Sorrow reigns;
The angels, Sin and Sadness, leave upon his soul their stains;
And o'er his spirit's altars Fate may draw the veil of night,
But never is he blinded to the pure, unblemished light.
Alone, alone and desolate, far fares his soul away,
Yet on the Pinnacles of Gloom he finds the Star of Day;
And in the wildest wilderness, beside Life's bitter springs,
He hears Hope's silver laughter and the murmur of her wings.
For him there is no Eden, yet the world owes all to him,
For he beheld the Vision when the World-eye still was dim ”