| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 961. Night after Night |
| | | By Gertrude Bloede (“Stuart Sterne”) |
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| NIGHT after night we dauntlessly embark | |
| On slumber’s stream, in whose deep waves are drowned | |
| Sorrow and care, and with all senses bound | |
| Drift for a while beneath the sombre arc | |
| Of that full circle made of light and dark | 5 |
| Called life, yet have no fear, and know refound | |
| Lost consciousness shall be, even at the sound | |
| Of the first warble of some early lark | |
| Or touch of sunbeam. Oh, and why not then | |
| Lie down to our last sleep, still trusting Him | 10 |
| Who guided us so oft through shadows dim, | |
| Believing somewhere on our sense again | |
| Some lark’s sweet note, some golden beam, shall break, | |
| And with glad voices cry, “Awake! awake!” | |
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