If a Beckoning Light

Perhaps, to seek to never know a pain,
To live in light of dimly burning lamp,
And world of troubles never to regain,
Is better than a tomb of dark and damp.
If one has not a beckoning of light
Beyond the grave, the darkness to dispel,
And drive away the unknown fear called 'night',
Perhaps in 'limbo' it is better then to dwell.
But when by faith we've once dispersed the dark,
And joy of living, like a day in June,
Makes even death an entrance to a park;
Then, even when life's sun is set, it's noon;
And before us all eternity is spread,
No fear then, should we cut the slender thread.

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