DOWN IN THE DARK.

A RECOLLECTION OF THE FERNDALE COLLIERY EXPLOSION. NOVEMBER, 1867.

Down in the dark—in the blinding dark; Away from the sunshine bright above: Away from the gaze of those they love, They are lying stony and stark.

Down in the dark—deep down in the dark, With the terror of death in each sightless eye, Which tells how hard 'tis to burn and die Down—down in the poisonous dark.

Up in the light—in the broad noon-light— Poor hearts are breaking: hot tears are shed, As, tenderly shrouding each cinder-like head, It is hid from the aching sight.

Up in the light—in the soft gas-light Of the draperied room, in luxurious guise; In our comfort forgetting who plods and plies Far down in eternal night.

Up in the light—further up in the light; In the pure clear light of a Queenly crown, A widowed monarch is looking down Tow'rds the dark, with compassion bedight.

Up in the light—further up in the light— From the dazzling light of a Maker's throne— The angel of Pity came down to zone Human hearts through that dreadful night.