Classic Poem

Remember still there's a resource for thee:
If thou'rt a mystery to thyself, to all;
Still to thy God thou art no mystery: —
Yes, He, without whose care there doth not fall
A sparrow to the ground, however small;
Howe'er profound, how utterless soe'er
Thy griefs, if thou on him with faith wilt call,
Can bring a sure relief to thy despair;
And raise elysian blooms where all seemed bleak and bare.