Then storm clouds rose,—hey darker grew;
In vain searched I for rifts of blue,
Yet, close did clasp the Guiding Hand,
Through paths too rough to understand.
In vain searched I for rifts of blue,
Yet, close did clasp the Guiding Hand,
Through paths too rough to understand.
And now, on my fast-falling tears,
The glorious light of heaven appears;
And thus my sky, at God's command,
Is by His bow of promise spanned.
The glorious light of heaven appears;
And thus my sky, at God's command,
Is by His bow of promise spanned.
O Soul! wouldst thou wish now to gaze
With eye undimmed on sunny days?
Nay, storm clouds do but hide the blue.
And tears reflect the rainbow's hue.
With eye undimmed on sunny days?
Nay, storm clouds do but hide the blue.
And tears reflect the rainbow's hue.
AFTER WHILE
We never shall, in years to come,
Let fall the bitter tear,
If only now our luring friends,
We tenderly revere;
Those who, for many years or few,
Have been to us most dear.
Let fall the bitter tear,
If only now our luring friends,
We tenderly revere;
Those who, for many years or few,
Have been to us most dear.
We never shall, in future years,
These passing ones regret,
If only now, to give them joy,
We can our own forget.
Till love and patience shall for them
In sacrifice have met.
These passing ones regret,
If only now, to give them joy,
We can our own forget.
Till love and patience shall for them
In sacrifice have met.
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