I O THOU who dry'st the mourner's tear! How dark this world would be, If, when deceived and wounded here, We could not fly to Thee. The friends, who in our sunshine live, When winter comes are flown: And he, who has but tears to give, Must weep those tears alone. But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe. II. When joy no longer soothes or cheers, And e'en the hope that threw A moment's sparkle o'er our tears, Is dimm'd and vanish'd too! Oh! who would bear life's stormy doom, Did not thy wing of love Come, brightly wafting through the gloom Our peace-branch from above? Then sorrow, touch'd by Thee, grows bright With more than rapture's ray; As darkness shows us worlds of light We never saw by day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHO by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE GERONTION by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT BURNS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TIPPERARY: 5. BY OUR OWN EUGENE FIELD by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 21. YAKBUZU WA YABSUTU by EDWIN ARNOLD IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT STANZAS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD INCLUSIONS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: TO MIGNONNE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |