Poems (Hoffman)/Beautiful Thoughts
BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS
How beautiful to think amid the crosses,Amid the petty cares and daily losses That every heart must knowThat somewhere far above this life's brief story,Somewhere above earth's mingled grief and glory There is no care, no woe.
How sweet to think when racked with pain and anguish,When called in sickness and disease to languish 'Till life is but despair,That somewhere far beyond our dim horizonIn the bright city of a realm Elysian There is no anguish there.
How comforting when bowed and almost brokenIn the wild sorrow of a loss unspoken When fled are life and breath,To look above the wrecks of earthly hoping,To know beyond where love is blindly groping There are no tears—no death;
So amid all the trials and tribulationsThat to all ages and all earthly stations Life's few swift years may bringHow beautiful to think, while clouds are loweringBeyond where there impending gloom is towering Somewhere the angels sing.