Poems (Hoffman)/Heartache
HEARTACHE
Oh that I might forget, That my heart so strangely soreMight cover with flowers its grave of regret, And remember it nevermore.But the sunbeam brightens the snow-covered mound And thaws not its icy heart,While we know the dead lie underground, Its mockery makes us start.
I can smile for my heart is proud, I can laugh though my blood runs coldAs the icy depths of the snowy shroud Where glimmers the sunbeam's gold;I can pray, thank God, I can pray From the depths of my dark distress;I can trust, 'till God's sunshine melts away, The frozen anguish and bitterness.