Open the shadowed portals fling
And as the morning dewdrops cling,
Listen! The morning robins sing
To their eternal Master.

Listen! The screams tear through the night,
As in somnambulistic fright,
The horrible Angel of Death in white
Tells of disaster.

But listen! The joyful church bells ring,
And yet the people seem to sing,
And still the morning robins sing
To their eternal Master.

Originally Published in:
Vol. 29 No. 1 March 1969