Classic Poem

God's novels all end well! who does not know
The trembling passionate turning of the pages
Of some sweet story, as the varied stages
Proceed through interchange of joy and woe?
This world of ours is fashioned even so,
Save that, although all eyelashes are wet,
The wiping of the tears we see not yet,
The lines that stand the last ones in the row.

But as the “Happy Marriage” in the play
Makes each content and every reader sigh
With long-delayed relief, so some glad day,
Some season of deliverance by and bye,
The “Bridal of the World” shall flutter nigh,
And sorrow's wings as surely flee away.