(With his first book of 'Songs') br br 'MY Sweet, my Child, through all this night br Of dark and wind and rain, br Where thunder crashes, and the light br Sears the bewildered brain, br 'It is your Face, your lips, your eyes br I see rise up; I hear br Your Voice that sobs and calls and cries, br Or shrills and mocks at fear. br 'O this that's mine is yours as well, br For side by side our feet br Trod through these bitter brakes of hell.