 | Songs and Poems by George Sigerson |  |
SORROW
(A Sonnet).
Even as falls the gentle winter-snow
On the sere earth, late drencht with turbid rains,
Falls, and till green springtime, o'er-clothes all stains—
So seem the sorrows on the soul to flow.
On the sere earth, late drencht with turbid rains,
Falls, and till green springtime, o'er-clothes all stains—
So seem the sorrows on the soul to flow.
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Even as, mid the frosty winter-air,
The human frame relax has ever felt
Strength in each fibre where late weakness dwelt,
So may the soul, from grief, gain vigour fair.
The human frame relax has ever felt
Strength in each fibre where late weakness dwelt,
So may the soul, from grief, gain vigour fair.
Sorrow has led me nearer unto God;
The sorrow past, my footsteps erred again;
The sorrow past, I joyed at loss of pain.
The sorrow past, my footsteps erred again;
The sorrow past, I joyed at loss of pain.
Forgetting, ah, poor heart! how kind the rod—
A levite rod, that fairest blossoms bore,
Which, dewed with tears, had flourisht evermore.
A levite rod, that fairest blossoms bore,
Which, dewed with tears, had flourisht evermore.
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