The Russian Review/Volume 1/March 1916/In This Hour
In This Hour
By Theodore Sologub.
Translated by P. Leonov.
In this hour, when mighty thunder
Rumbles through the darkened sky;
In this hour, when all our dwellings
Shaken, trembling, craven lie;
In his hour, when anxious worries
With full love and hope are met,
In this hour, when e'en the bravest
Stand with brows so grimly set;
In this hour, strive higher, higher,
Higher, proud and haughty hearts:
Only he can be the victor,
Who from hope and faith ne'er parts,
Only he who trusts so blindly,
Even when all hopes is flown,
Only he who at his Mother
Doth not cast reproach's stone.