Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/"Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning."

by Lydia Sigourney

"WEEPING MAY ENDURE FOR A NIGHT, BUT JOY COMETH IN THE MORNING."

AS gathering clouds are seen to fly
Across the fair and summer sky,
As vapours damp the gales of spring,
As discords jar the tuneful string,
So o'er our lives with sadness flow

The dark and heavy shades of woe;
But short their power—the frowns they cast,
Like April storms are quickly past.
One day, perhaps, our skies they dim;
One night, the couch with tears may swim;
But morn dispels the sable shroud,
The sun of mercy lights the cloud;
An unseen power, with mild control,
Restores the weak and weary soul,
And makes the wounded spirit whole.