SUFFERING! and yet majestical in pain; Mysterious! yet, like spring-showers in the sun, Veiling the light with their melodious rain, Life is a warp of gloom and glory spun; Its darkling phases are as clouds that mourn Beneath the loftier splendors of an arch Where deathless orbs in golden daylight burn, And God's great pulses beat their music march. The heaven we worship dimly girt with tears, The spirit-heaven, what is it but a life, Lifting its soul beyond our mortal years That oft begin, and ever end with strife: Strife we must pass to win a happier height, Nature but travails to reveal us -- light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARCHING THROUGH GEORGIA by HENRY CLAY WORK LILIES: 10. SOUL-PAIN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) TO CHILDREN: 4. THE FAIRY REALM by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RESERVES by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 16 by THOMAS CAMPION KATRINA ON THE PORCH; A BIT OF TURNER PUT INTO WORDS by ALICE CARY THE LEGEND OF GOOD WOMEN: 8. THE LEGEND OF PHILLIS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |