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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 (1853–1927)

[On the Sunrise Slope. 1881.]

“Pray for us—now, and at the hour of our death.”

MOTHER, the skies are dim,

The air is cold,

And forms of terror grim

The mists unfold.

Weary am I and weak,

And sore afraid;—

O Virgin, pure and meek

Sweet Mother—aid!

If I could see thy face

’Twere almost Heaven,

A sign of pitying grace

And sin forgiven.

But O—this awful gloom

Within, without,

The fiends of wrath and doom,

Despair and doubt!

O for one bright hour more

Of strength supreme,

Like those I wasted o’er

My life’s long dream!

But Mother—if thou plead

With thy dear Son

In this, my woful need,

My Heaven is won!