Poems (Hoffman)/Sometime in Heaven
SOMETIME IN HEAVEN
Sometimes when the world grows old and stale,
When our best seems only to try and fail,
When we raise up to God the bitter cry,
When we sit in the darkness and question "Why,"
Then comes an answer on Mercy's wings,
To hover above all these vexing things,
With its triumph of wrong and defeat of good,—
"In Heaven earth shall be understood."
When our best seems only to try and fail,
When we raise up to God the bitter cry,
When we sit in the darkness and question "Why,"
Then comes an answer on Mercy's wings,
To hover above all these vexing things,
With its triumph of wrong and defeat of good,—
"In Heaven earth shall be understood."
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With freshened thought and heart more light,
To gain the mountain's rugged height,
While joy the pulses thrill,
To see no summit crowned above,
To know, to realize, to love,
The everlasting hills.
To gain the mountain's rugged height,
While joy the pulses thrill,
To see no summit crowned above,
To know, to realize, to love,
The everlasting hills.
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My Soul's a harp
Whose music never sleeps
Through Summer's smiles, through Winter's wails and weeps,
Upon its pulsing chords Life plays her strain
Of gladness or of grief, of peace or pain;
My Soul's a harp, a golden harp to me,
Prisoning Earth's sublimest melody.
Whose music never sleeps
Through Summer's smiles, through Winter's wails and weeps,
Upon its pulsing chords Life plays her strain
Of gladness or of grief, of peace or pain;
My Soul's a harp, a golden harp to me,
Prisoning Earth's sublimest melody.