Poems (Holmes)/To an Afflicted Friend
To an Afflicted Friend.
Oh, why dost thou mourn for the dead? Though fondest of ties have been riven,The spirit withdrawn from the earth Serenely awaits thee in heaven.Though thou must here linger awhile, Where hope is e'er shaded by fears,The harvest of joy shall they reap Whose seed-time is watered by tears.
But oh! if in God be thy trust, How sweet is the promise that's given!The mourner He'll lift from the dust, To crown her with triumph in heaven.There, in the blest regions above, God wipes away tears from all eyes,And 'neath the broad sky of His love No dark cloud of sorrow can rise.