Poems (Stephens)/Overjoyed

by Eliza Jane Stephens

OVERJOYED.

Ah, joy does kill as well as grief,
For hearts that long have known suspense.
If all too sudden they are blest,
Must break, the chords are strung so tense.

'Twas thus the aged mother who
For long had mourned her absent son,
And ventured o'er the briny deep
To see again her darling one.

But Ob, the blessing was too great,
She could not bear the glad first sight,
And with his name upon her lips
Her spirit winged its upward flight.