Classic Poem

WEEP on, weep on!
Thy bleeding heart is wrung with bitter woe.
Weep on, weep on!
I would not dry thy tears: yet let them flow,
Not like wild torrents plunging from the hill,
That rage the valleys through;
But gently from thy clouded eyes distil,
Like Heaven-born dew.

Weep on, weep on!
Here for thy bleeding heart there is no balm.
Weep on, weep on!
The storm must pass ere broods the blessed calm.
Behold! even now the light of Heaven, long hid,
Through breaking clouds appears,
And Hope's bright bow leaps up, and smiles amid
Thy falling tears!