O MOURNER, mourn not vanished light, But fix your fearful hopes above; The watcher, through the long, dark night, Shall see the daybreak of God's love. A land all green and bright and fair, Lies just beyond this vale of tears, And we shall meet, immortal there, The pleasures of our mortal years. He who to death has doomed our race, With steadfast faith our souls has armed, And made us children of his grace To go into the grave, unharmed. The storm may beat, the night may close, The face may change, the blood run chill, But his great love no limit knows, And therefore we should fear no ill. Dust as we are, and steeped in guilt, How strange, how wondrous, how divine, That He hath for us mansions built, Where everlasting splendors shine. Our days with beauty let us trim, As Nature trims with flowers the sod; Giving the glory all to Him, -- Our Friend, our Father, and our God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AEOLIAN HARP by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE ON AN INVITATION TO THE UNITED STATES by THOMAS HARDY THE SLAVE MOTHER by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE FRIENDSHIP'S MYSTERY, TO MY DEAREST LUCASIA by KATHERINE PHILIPS |