O HEART of mine, we shouldn't Worry so! What we've missed of calm we couldn't Have, you know! What we've met of stormy pain, And of sorrow's driving rain, We can better meet again, If it blow! We have erred in that dark hour We have known, When our tears fell with the shower, All alone! -- Were not shine and shower blent As the gracious Master meant? -- Let us temper our content With His own. For, we know, not every morrow Can be sad; So, forgetting all the sorrow We have had, Let us fold away our fears, And put by our foolish tears, And through all the coming years Just be glad. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EFFIGY OF A NUN (SIXTEENTH CENTURY) by SARA TEASDALE AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON LITTLE GIFFEN by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR |