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| OH, deem not they are blest alone | |
| Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep; | |
| The Power who pities man, has shown | |
| A blessing for the eyes that weep. | |
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| The light of smiles shall fill again | 5 |
| The lids that overflow with tears; | |
| And weary hours of woe and pain | |
| Are promises of happier years. | |
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| There is a day of sunny rest | |
| For every dark and troubled night; | 10 |
| And grief may bide an evening guest, | |
| But joy shall come with early light. | |
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| And thou, who o’er thy friend’s low bier | |
| Dost shed the bitter drops like rain, | |
| Hope that a brighter, happier sphere | 15 |
| Will give him to thy arms again. | |
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| Nor let the good man’s trust depart, | |
| Though life its common gifts deny,— | |
| Though with a pierced and bleeding heart, | |
| And spurned of men, he goes to die. | 20 |
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| For God hath marked each sorrowing day | |
| And numbered every secret tear, | |
| And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay | |
| For all his children suffer here. | |
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