из сборника \"114 песен\" (1922) слова Джона Гринлифа Уиттьера
A tender child of summers three, At night, while seeking her little bed, Paused on the dark stair timidly. \"Oh, mother! Take my hand\", said she, \"Oh, mother! Take my hand, And then the dark will all be light\".
We older children grope our way From dark behind to dark before; And only when our hands we lay, In Thine, o God! the night is day, Then the night is day, And there is darkness nevermore.
Джеральд Финли, баритон Джулиус Дрейк, фортепиано Лондон, 16-20 февраля 2007 г.