L. M. Morpeth. The Use of Tears. |
1 How little of ourselves we know, Before a grief the heart has felt! The lessons that we learn of woe Make strong the soul, as well as melt. 2 The energies too stern for mirth, The reach of thought, the strength of will, 'Mid cloud and tempest have their birth, Though blight and blast their course fulfil. 3 And yet 'tis when it mourns and fears, The laden spirit feels forgiven; And through the mist of falling tears We catch the clearest glimpse of heaven.
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