When the dark is at it’s deepest,
And all its terrors doth amass,
Know that daylight merely sleepest,
And this too shall pass,
And when the dawn shines on the meadow,
And lights the dew upon the grass,
Know that it still casts a shadow,
And this too shall pass,
When your heart is gripped by sorrow,
Rended by a raw crevasse,
Know healing hides in some, “Tomorrow,”
And this too shall pass,
When your foe is hard upon you,
And his cutlass doth harass,
Know courage is demanded from you,
And this too shall pass,
Know that even love is measured,
By your time and so, alas,
Know your love is deeply treasured,
But this too shall pass,
Know the clock will tick from birth,
Until you’re laid beneath the grass,
Your time is brief upon this earth,
And this too shall pass,
And know even this precious sphere,
Lit by its burning ball of gas,
Will one day live its final year,
And this too shall pass.