The Present Age

A. Mary F. Robinson

1857 to 1944

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We stand upon a bridge between two stars,
And one is half engulféd in the Abyss,
While unarisen still the other is,
Hidden behind the Orient's cloudy bars.

We tread indeed a perilous path by night,
Yet we who walk in darkness unaghast
Prepare the future and redeem the past,
And know the Morning-star shall bring the light.