POEMS.
75
From morn till eve the sweetest sound
Of a happy, joyous life;
The ringing laugh ere did resound,
Ne'er marred by bitter strife.
Of a happy, joyous life;
The ringing laugh ere did resound,
Ne'er marred by bitter strife.
The twilight hours are now as bright,
But there cometh no happy sound
To fill the heart with fond delight,
And with true joy rebound.
But there cometh no happy sound
To fill the heart with fond delight,
And with true joy rebound.
God's mysteries we may never know,
Or why he doth afflict;
We only know 'tis ever so,
And our Father who directs.
Or why he doth afflict;
We only know 'tis ever so,
And our Father who directs.
Only for a time this strife,
Then this brief life will be o'er;
And we shall find eternal life
On yon bright heavenly shore.
Then this brief life will be o'er;
And we shall find eternal life
On yon bright heavenly shore.
ETERNALLY RESTING.
Eternally resting, sweetly sleeping,
Entered the pearly gates so bright,
Sorrow ended, no more weeping,
In thy beautiful home of light.
