Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, WHITHER THE TRIBES GO UP, EVEN THE TRIBES OF THE LORD, by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI


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First Line: Light is our sorrow for it ends tomorrow
Last Line: Sing with all saints and rest with them.
Alternate Author Name(s): Alleyne, Ellen; Rossetti, Christina


LIGHT is our sorrow for it ends tomorrow,
Light is our death which cannot hold us fast;
So brief a sorrow can be scarcely sorrow,
Or death be death so quickly past.

One night, no more, of pain that turns to pleasure,
One night, no more, of weeping weeping sore;
And then the heaped-up measure beyond measure,
In quietness for evermore.

Our face is set like flint against our trouble,
Yet many things there are which comfort us;
This bubble is a rainbow-coloured bubble,
This bubble-life tumultuous.

Our sails are set to cross the tossing river,
Our face is set to reach Jerusalem;
We toil awhile, but then we rest for ever,
Sing with all Saints and rest with them.





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