Thank God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well -- That is light grieving! lighter, none befell, Since Adam forfeited the primal lot. Tears! what are tears? The babe weeps in its cot, The mother singing; at her marriage bell The bride weeps; and before the oracle Of high-faned hills, the poet has forgot Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace, Ye who weep only! If, as some have done, Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place, And touch but tombs, -- look up! Those tears will run Soon in long rivers down the lifted face, And leave the vision clear for stars and sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DITTY IN IMITATION OF THE SPANISH: ENTRE TANTO QUE L'AVRIL by EDWARD HERBERT EPIGRAM: TO FOOL, OR KNAVE by BEN JONSON AT BETHLEHEM: 1. THE CHILD by JOHN BANISTER TABB ON THE SUN COMING OUT IN THE AFTERNOON by HENRY DAVID THOREAU AN ARAB WELCOME by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH JUDITH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |