 | The poetical works of Lucy Larcom |  |
BEAUTY EVER NEAR.
O ye who toil alone in shadowy places,
The light is beautiful on your sad faces,
When souls that dwell in sunshine, toward you pressing,
Make your eyes glisten with a rainbow-blessing!
Through deepening darkness let this memory cheer you:
That lovely lives are always drawing near you.
The light is beautiful on your sad faces,
When souls that dwell in sunshine, toward you pressing,
Make your eyes glisten with a rainbow-blessing!
Through deepening darkness let this memory cheer you:
That lovely lives are always drawing near you.
Sometimes you see them not; a bright veil hideth
The brighter realm wherein their love abideth.
We call them angels then; not less they linger,
Lifting your heavy gloom with luminous finger,
The loftiest ever seeking the most lowly;
Your friends, the strong, the beautiful, the holy!
The brighter realm wherein their love abideth.
We call them angels then; not less they linger,
Lifting your heavy gloom with luminous finger,
The loftiest ever seeking the most lowly;
Your friends, the strong, the beautiful, the holy!
Look! radiant foreheads out of heaven are bending!
All earth is Bethel, angels still descending!
And though dread names of mystery they borrow—
Care, Poverty, Bereavement, Pain, and Sorrow—
Fear them not; wait and see the brightness, rather,
They shine with, in the presence of your Father!
All earth is Bethel, angels still descending!
And though dread names of mystery they borrow—
Care, Poverty, Bereavement, Pain, and Sorrow—
Fear them not; wait and see the brightness, rather,
They shine with, in the presence of your Father!
Lo! robed in glory tongue nor pen hath painted,
The Man of Sorrows, with your grief acquainted,
Is drawing nearer, Spirit unto spirit!
His voice is music; lift your heads and hear it!
The Infinite Beauty to Himself would win you;
God's Well-Beloved comes to dwell within ou!
The Man of Sorrows, with your grief acquainted,
Is drawing nearer, Spirit unto spirit!
His voice is music; lift your heads and hear it!
The Infinite Beauty to Himself would win you;
God's Well-Beloved comes to dwell within ou!
| The poetical works of Lucy Larcom | |