The hand of the HIGHEST, who woundeth, can heal Every pang that the keenest affliction may feel: And though misery's cup may be fill'd to its brim, It can be endur'd, through obedience to HIM. I grant that the stroke which has laid thy hopes low Is perhaps the severest that nature can know; If hope but @3deferr'd,@1 may cause sickness of heart, How dreadful to see it for ever @3depart!@1 Yet, even in this hour of unutterable grief, Religion and reason may whisper relief, If the sufferer confide in the goodness of GOD, Who withholds not his @3staff,@1 when he strikes with his @3rod.@1 Though the worth of the dead may at present but be A source of additional anguish to thee; Yet a period may come, when that worth shall awake A soul-soothing sadness, belov'd for his sake. Then arise! like the monarch of Judah, repair To the house of the Lord, humbly worship him there; And may love of thy lost-one instruct thee to learn That thou may'st go to him, though he cannot return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM by JOHN DRYDEN THE CONVERGENCE OF THE TWAIN; LINES ON LOSS OF THE TITANIC by THOMAS HARDY VIRTUE [OR, VERTUE] by GEORGE HERBERT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 18 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN SEVEN TIMES FOUR [ - MATERNITY] by JEAN INGELOW TANGLED TRAILS by GLADYS NAOMI ARNOLD |