The Reliquary By Bernard and Lucy Barton. With A Prefatory Appeal for Poetry and Poets |
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RESIGNATION.
In night's dull watches dark and drear,
A soothing sense of hope it brings,
To think the dawn of day is near,
With healing on its wings.
A soothing sense of hope it brings,
To think the dawn of day is near,
With healing on its wings.
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In bleak December's cheerless reign
Hope tells us in its sternest hours,
That blithesome Spring will come again
To deck the earth with flowers.
Hope tells us in its sternest hours,
That blithesome Spring will come again
To deck the earth with flowers.
But can we by the darksome grave,
Thus borrow resignation's tone,
When God resumes the gift he gave,
And we are left alone?
Thus borrow resignation's tone,
When God resumes the gift he gave,
And we are left alone?
Oh! doubt it not—night ushers day,
In ruthless Winter, Spring is nigh;
And time—whate'er he steals away,
Will bring eternity.
In ruthless Winter, Spring is nigh;
And time—whate'er he steals away,
Will bring eternity.
Then shall the grave restore its dead,
Whose transient loss we now deplore;
And eyes which tears of sorrow shed,
Shall learn to weep no more.
Whose transient loss we now deplore;
And eyes which tears of sorrow shed,
Shall learn to weep no more.
Then they who meekly kiss'd the rod,
E'en while they shed the bitter tear,
Shall bow in thankfulness to God,
Most—for what seem'd severe!
E'en while they shed the bitter tear,
Shall bow in thankfulness to God,
Most—for what seem'd severe!
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