Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (O! do not pity me because I weep)
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SONNET.
O! do not pity me because I weep, For thoughts of heaven are, in grief's darkest day, Still round me, with a bright, consoling ray.And still my soul in sacred trust I keep;Nor would I change this sorrow, which I feel Now draws me nearer to a Father's love, For all the joy that happier hearts may prove,That never tasted suffering:tears may stealFrom the tired spirit; memory may revive The dearer visions of the past; the strife May end but with this frail and tempted life;—But not in vain for those high hopes we strive:Angels, perchance, may watch that conflict here,To hail us conquerors to then own bright sphere.