Down on the shadowed stream of time and tears Voice of new grief and grief of ancient years— Sad as when first from loving lips 'twas sighed— "Hadst Thou been here, my brother had not died." Comfort us, Lord, who heards't poor Martha's plaint, Heal the sore heart, uplift the spirit faint— O Thou, the Peace that cometh after strife! O Thou, the Resurrection and the Life! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MEASURE OF THE YEAR by JAMES GALVIN ADVICE TO A RAVEN IN RUSSIA by JOEL BARLOW TO MOSCOW by EDNA DEAN PROCTOR LEISURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A POETICAL EPISTLE TO A TAILOR by ROBERT BURNS |