POEMS.
109
THE LADY AT THE BALL.
Reflections at the Grand Union Ball, Saratoga, 1879.
Dear lady, amid the festive scenes to-night,
Thoughts come o'er me while I write:
When looking upon thee smiling with glee,
I thought thou must so happy be;
Never dreaming thy heart ached so within,
Caused by another's terrible sin.
Thoughts come o'er me while I write:
When looking upon thee smiling with glee,
I thought thou must so happy be;
Never dreaming thy heart ached so within,
Caused by another's terrible sin.
While listening to thy tale of woe,
It touched my heart with sadness so.
This life is but a passing dream;
We smile at its follies, and happy seem;
But the aching heart God sees within;
We would live our lives all free from sin.
It touched my heart with sadness so.
This life is but a passing dream;
We smile at its follies, and happy seem;
But the aching heart God sees within;
We would live our lives all free from sin.
God afflicts those He loves, we know not why:
It will all be revealed after we die.
Oft we may weep and draw the deep sigh:
Little the world knoweth how bitter the cry
Goeth up to our God in heart-stricken woe,
While sorrows oppress as through life we go.
Our griefs will be over when this life is past,
If we are faithful our reward comes at last.
It will all be revealed after we die.
Oft we may weep and draw the deep sigh:
Little the world knoweth how bitter the cry
Goeth up to our God in heart-stricken woe,
While sorrows oppress as through life we go.
Our griefs will be over when this life is past,
If we are faithful our reward comes at last.
