 | The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury |  |
CONFIDENCE IN HEAVEN.
It is in vain the weary spirit strivesWith that which doth consume it: there is born
A strength from suffering which can laugh to scorn
The stroke of sorrow, even though it rives
Our very heart-strings; but the grief that lives
Forever in the heart, and day by day
Wastes the soul's high-wrought energies away,
And wears the lofty spirit down, and gives
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Yet, as the black and threatening tempests bring
New fragrance to earth's flowers and tints more fair,
So beneath sorrow's nurture virtues spring.
Youth, health, and hope may fade, but there is left
A soul that trusts in Heaven, though thus of all bereft.
| The poems of Mrs. Emma Catherine Embury | |