The hand of the HIGHEST, who woundeth, can heal Every pang that the keenest affliction may feel: And though misery's cup may be fill'd to its brim, It can be endur'd, through obedience to HIM. I grant that the stroke which has laid thy hopes low Is perhaps the severest that nature can know; If hope but @3deferr'd,@1 may cause sickness of heart, How dreadful to see it for ever @3depart!@1 Yet, even in this hour of unutterable grief, Religion and reason may whisper relief, If the sufferer confide in the goodness of GOD, Who withholds not his @3staff,@1 when he strikes with his @3rod.@1 Though the worth of the dead may at present but be A source of additional anguish to thee; Yet a period may come, when that worth shall awake A soul-soothing sadness, belov'd for his sake. Then arise! like the monarch of Judah, repair To the house of the Lord, humbly worship him there; And may love of thy lost-one instruct thee to learn That thou may'st go to him, though he cannot return. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRTH OF VENUS by HAYDEN CARRUTH SPEAKING TERMS by JAMES GALVIN WESTERN CIVILIZATION by JAMES GALVIN AMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AN EXPLANATION by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: ST. CLOUD, MINNESOTA by KAREN SWENSON |