Sacred Melody
THERE IS A THOUGHT .
I.
There is a thought can lift the soul
Above the dull cold sphere that bounds it, —
A star, that sheds its mild controul
Brightest when Grief's dark cloud surrounds it,
And pours a soft, pervading ray,
Life's ills may never chase away!
II.
When earthly joys have left the breast,
And even the last fond hope it cherished
Of mortal bliss — too like the rest —
Beneath Woe's withering touch hath perished,
With fadeless lustre streams that light,
A halo on the brow of night!
III.
And bitter were our sojourn here
In this dark wilderness of sorrow,
Did not that rainbow-beam appear,
The herald of a brighter morrow,
A merciful beacon from on high
To guide us to E TERNITY !
I.
There is a thought can lift the soul
Above the dull cold sphere that bounds it, —
A star, that sheds its mild controul
Brightest when Grief's dark cloud surrounds it,
And pours a soft, pervading ray,
Life's ills may never chase away!
II.
When earthly joys have left the breast,
And even the last fond hope it cherished
Of mortal bliss — too like the rest —
Beneath Woe's withering touch hath perished,
With fadeless lustre streams that light,
A halo on the brow of night!
III.
And bitter were our sojourn here
In this dark wilderness of sorrow,
Did not that rainbow-beam appear,
The herald of a brighter morrow,
A merciful beacon from on high
To guide us to E TERNITY !
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