If in my arms I bore my child, br Would he cry out for fear br Because the night was dark and wild br And no one else was near? br br Shall I then treat thee, Father, as br My fatherhood would grieve? br I will be hopeful, though, alas, br I cannot quite believe! br br I had no power, no wish to be: br Thou madest me half blind! br The darkness comes! I cling to thee! br Be thou my perfect mind.