Poems (Hale)/The true Source of Strength
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THE TRUE SOURCE OF STRENGTH.
"Strength is born
In the deep stillness of long suffering hearts,
Not amid joy."Mrs. Hemans.
In the deep stillness of long suffering hearts,
Not amid joy."Mrs. Hemans.
Not amid pleasure's giddy throng,
Where sweetly breathes the siren song,
Gathers the spirit strength to bear
Its deepest, heaviest weight of care.
Where sweetly breathes the siren song,
Gathers the spirit strength to bear
Its deepest, heaviest weight of care.
Not where the flashing eye beams bright
With hope's sweet ray and memory's light,
Not where the wreath of rose-hued flowers
We weave to deck life's sunniest hours.
With hope's sweet ray and memory's light,
Not where the wreath of rose-hued flowers
We weave to deck life's sunniest hours.
The siren strain, the gilded hall,
Where light as air gay footsteps fall,—
Not these that blessed gift bestow,
Strength to sustain life's deepest wo.
Where light as air gay footsteps fall,—
Not these that blessed gift bestow,
Strength to sustain life's deepest wo.
But they above whose grief-bowed head
No herald light of day is shed,—
Whose hearts no ark of rest discern,
Whither the fluttering dove may turn,—
No herald light of day is shed,—
Whose hearts no ark of rest discern,
Whither the fluttering dove may turn,—
They who from childhood's earliest day
Have seen each brilliant hope decay,—
These, these alone the fountains know
Whence streams of blessed healing flow.
Have seen each brilliant hope decay,—
These, these alone the fountains know
Whence streams of blessed healing flow.
Yes! fortune's frown, the altered gaze
Of those who shared our brightest days,
The weary day, the anxious night
Scarce gloomier e'en than morning light,—
Of those who shared our brightest days,
The weary day, the anxious night
Scarce gloomier e'en than morning light,—
Like gentlest messengers they come
To guide us to our unseen home.
Strength from their mingling might is given
To tread life's pilgrim path to heaven.
To guide us to our unseen home.
Strength from their mingling might is given
To tread life's pilgrim path to heaven.
Thanks for the sunlight of our lot;
Be not its Gracious Fount forgot:
Yet shall our holiest praise arise,
When He withdraws it from our eyes.
Be not its Gracious Fount forgot:
Yet shall our holiest praise arise,
When He withdraws it from our eyes.