At midnight there was a shout, Behold, the bridegroom! Go out to meet him!@Matthew 25:6
William C. Dix

Will­iam C. Dix, A Vi­sion of All Saints, and Oth­er Po­ems (Lon­don: John Hodg­es, 1871), pag­es 40–41.

Jo­se­phine Er­nest R. Kroe­ger, 1901 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Ernest R. Kroeger (1862–1934)

Dark fall the hours this winter-tide,
Strange silence reigns on every side,
And day seems wrapped in gloom,
Save few short hours, which, all too brief,
Light up bare tree and fallen leaf,
Then fade in hapless doom.

Now let each lamp be burning bright,
Lest, unaware, the sudden night
Enshroud us in the dark,
And we in vain, through snow and cold,
With wavering feet, seek out the fold,
And Love’s all sheltering ark.

O silent hours of wintry days,
From summer’s joy and golden rays,
From autumn’s harvest song,
We turn to you, for ye reveal
The waiting bride, and make us feel,
The Bridegroom comes ere long.