Analysis of Until The Night

Over the ocean of life’s commotion
 We sail till the night comes on.
Sail and sail in a tiny boat,
 Drifting wherever the billows go.
Out on the treacherous sea afloat,
 Beat by the cruel winds that blow,
Hither and thither our boat is drawn,
Till the day dies out and the night comes on.

Over a meadow of light and shadow
 We wander with weary feet,
Seeking a bauble men call “Fame, ”
 Grasping the dead-sea fruit named “wealth, ”
Finding each but an empty name,
 And the night – the night steals on by stealth,
And we count the season of slumber sweet,
When hope lies dead in the arms of defeat.

Over the river a great Forever
 Stretches beyond our sight.
But I know by the glistening pearly gates
 Afar from the region of strife and sin,
A beautiful angel always waits
 To welcome the sheep of the shepherd in.
And out of the shadows of gloom and night,
They enter the mansion of peace and light.