Thine eyes are dim: A mist hath gathered there; Around their rim Float many clouds of care, And there is sorrow every -- everywhere. But there is God, Every -- everywhere; Beneath His rod Kneel thou adown in prayer. For grief is God's own kiss Upon a soul. Look up! the sun of bliss Will shine where storm-clouds roll. Yes, weeper, weep! 'Twill not be evermore; I know the darkest deep Hath e'en the brightest shore. So tired! so tired! A cry of half despair; Look! at your side -- And see Who standeth there! Your Father! Hush! A heart beats in His breast; Now rise and rush Into His arms -- and rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE UNWELCOME by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH MAN FRAIL AND GOD ETERNAL by ISAAC WATTS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 47. AL-HAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 80, 81. GHAFOOR, MUNTAKIM by EDWIN ARNOLD THY BIRTHDAY by CLAUDE A. BARR |