Wait--the night's still young,
Wait--I'll be alone
Wait--I'm scared of the dark
Wait, please wait with me
'Til I'm gone.
"Wait till the darkness is over,
Wait till the tempest is done,
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
After the shower is gone.
Whispering hope, oh how welcome thy voice,
Making my heart in its sorrow rejoice."
Septimus Winner (1891)