The Lamp

By Sara Teasdale

If I can bear your love like a lamp before me,

When I go down the long steep Road of Darkness,

I shall not fear the everlasting shadows,

Nor cry in terror.

If I can find out God, then I shall find Him,

If none can find Him, then I shall sleep soundly,

Knowing how well on earth your love sufficed me,

A lamp in darkness.