1.
Though like the wanderer,
The sun gone down,
Darkness be over me,
My rest a stone;
Yet in my dreams I'd be
Nearer, my God, to Thee.
Sarah Fuller Flower Adams
3.
He sendeth sun, he sendeth shower,
Alike they're needed to the flower;
And joys and tears alike are sent
To give the soul its nourishment.
Sarah Fuller Flower Adams