Sonnet.

Somehow, someway, I can not see the light;             The giant hills of doubting reach the skies,         Abiding shadows bring eternal night,             And on my ways no suns of morning rise;         Dark mysteries across the years of might             Crush down my hopes, until each yearning dies,         Until my soul is weary, dim my sight,             And ghostly echoes mock my fainting cries.         Ah, I shall know beyond these narrow years,             The glorious mornings of eternal day,             Where perfect love and tender trust shall play,         And smiles and laughter banish all the tears,         And all the heavy mists of doubts and fears             Shall leave my longing soul somehow, someway!