harkens, if cocks to the dawn be not crowing, Rolls on her oven and weeps, Sees all her past rising up to confront her- O'er her soul shameful it creeps!
"Russian Lyrics"
Translated by Martha Gilbert Dickinson Bianchi
And lying down at night, for a last sleeping, Say in that ear Which harkens ever, Lord, within thy keeping, How should I fear?
"Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul"
Various
We would see Jesus when our pathway darkens, Beneath the dread of some impending ill; When the discouraged soul no longer harkens To hope, who beckons in the distance still.
"Poems with Power to Strengthen the Soul"
Various