A FACE may be woeful-white to cover a heart that's aching; And a face may be full of light over a heart that's breaking! 'T is not the heaviest grief for which we wear the willow; The tears bring slow relief which only wet the pillow. Hard may be burdens borne, though friends would fain unbind them; Harder are crosses worn where none save Christ can find them. For the loved who leave our side our souls are well-nigh riven; But ah! for the graves we hide, have pity, tender Heaven! Soft be the words and sweet that soothe the spoken sorrow; Alas! for the weary feet that may not rest to-morrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A VAGABOND SONG by BLISS CARMAN HIPPOLYTUS TEMPORIZES by HILDA DOOLITTLE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY OBERON'S FEAST by ROBERT HERRICK CHAMBER MUSIC: 36 by JAMES JOYCE THE SEARCH (1) by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL |