Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889
Star of my Dying-Time
By Katherine Eleanor Conway (18531927)[On the Sunrise Slope. 1881.]
“Pray for us—now, and at the hour of our death.”
“Pray for us—now, and at the hour of our death.”
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The air is cold,
And forms of terror grim
The mists unfold.
And sore afraid;—
O Virgin, pure and meek
Sweet Mother—aid!
’Twere almost Heaven,
A sign of pitying grace
And sin forgiven.
Within, without,
The fiends of wrath and doom,
Despair and doubt!
Of strength supreme,
Like those I wasted o’er
My life’s long dream!
With thy dear Son
In this, my woful need,
My Heaven is won!