Yet let us comfort. Comfort is a part Of that strong help which either spirit needs: It lifts, it soothes, it purifies each heart! God's touch is gentle, when the pierced soul bleeds. When anger fails, a softer speech succeeds Full often; the great victories are won By patience, and the everlasting deeds By everlasting tenderness are done, And out of love the angels' robes are spun, And sweetest pity in God's loom is woven, And he is crowned with mercy like a sun:— By bitter lightning trees in twain are cloven, But not the human heart: it bends alone To Love's voice; yieldeth to no other tone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSPOSITIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ON MAN by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY SUICIDE IN THE TRENCHES by SIEGFRIED SASSOON THE WATER-SPRINGS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET ASOLANDO: WHICH? by ROBERT BROWNING |