Treasures of Grief
O word divine, like healing balm
To hearts oppressed and torn,
Thy heavenly consolation falls.—
‘Blessed are they that mourn!’
To every hope by sorrow crushed
A nobler faith succeeds;
And life, by trials furrowed, bears
The fruit of loving deeds.
Who never mourned hath never known
What treasures grief reveals;
The sympathies that humanize,
The tenderness that heals;
The power to look within the veil,
And learn the heavenly lore,—
The key-word to life's mysteries,
So dark to us before;
How rich and sweet and full of strength
Our human spirits are,
Baptized into the sanctities
Of suffering and of prayer!
To hearts oppressed and torn,
Thy heavenly consolation falls.—
‘Blessed are they that mourn!’
To every hope by sorrow crushed
A nobler faith succeeds;
And life, by trials furrowed, bears
The fruit of loving deeds.
Who never mourned hath never known
What treasures grief reveals;
The sympathies that humanize,
The tenderness that heals;
The power to look within the veil,
And learn the heavenly lore,—
The key-word to life's mysteries,
So dark to us before;
How rich and sweet and full of strength
Our human spirits are,
Baptized into the sanctities
Of suffering and of prayer!
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