Classic Poem

Thou hast a moon for every cloudy night
And soon the mourner shall rejoice again
Fight well the sun shall come with cheering light
And thou no more thy tearful look retain
The spirit is not slow it comes when thou
Hast learnt by chastening of His healing love
Who bade thee for a time 'neath sorrow bow
That gentle peace might visit from above
Oh give the chastener welcome he will bring
Strength and his rod shall guide thy feet aright
And though thy tears may fall they are the spring
When gushing joy shall pour thee new delight
And thou shalt bless the hand that gave the pain
For it but fell that thou might joy again.