Poems (Hoffman)/Beautiful Thoughts
BEAUTIFUL THOUGHTS
How beautiful to think amid the crosses,
Amid the petty cares and daily losses
That every heart must know
That somewhere far above this life's brief story,
Somewhere above earth's mingled grief and glory
There is no care, no woe.
Amid the petty cares and daily losses
That every heart must know
That 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 horizon
In the bright city of a realm Elysian
There is no anguish there.
When called in sickness and disease to languish
'Till life is but despair,
That somewhere far beyond our dim horizon
In the bright city of a realm Elysian
There is no anguish there.
How comforting when bowed and almost broken
In 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;
In 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 tribulations
That to all ages and all earthly stations
Life's few swift years may bring
How beautiful to think, while clouds are lowering
Beyond where there impending gloom is towering
Somewhere the angels sing.
That to all ages and all earthly stations
Life's few swift years may bring
How beautiful to think, while clouds are lowering
Beyond where there impending gloom is towering
Somewhere the angels sing.