162
MY GRIEFS.
"O torn spirit! Tried and troubled soul,"
Methought a voice replied,
"God's heaven is fair and wide,
With one swift bound, for earth's poor meagre dole,
Thy little hearts have won and grasped the whole.
Methought a voice replied,
"God's heaven is fair and wide,
With one swift bound, for earth's poor meagre dole,
Thy little hearts have won and grasped the whole.
"Fair on the shining hills of Paradise
The wee feet rest and play
In light and love alway;
And God's great glory lights the wakened eyes
Beyond the shadows of our clouded skies.
The wee feet rest and play
In light and love alway;
And God's great glory lights the wakened eyes
Beyond the shadows of our clouded skies.
"Look up! Look up! His ways are ever kind,
His leadings not in vain;
Thine is not loss, but gain;
Life, Love, and Joy, thy new-born angels find,—
All heaven rejoices! Thou alone art blind!"
His leadings not in vain;
Thine is not loss, but gain;
Life, Love, and Joy, thy new-born angels find,—
All heaven rejoices! Thou alone art blind!"
