Poems (Linn)/Soul-Joy
SOUL-JOY.
THERE is a joy that by the coffin's lid With lifted eyes exultingly may stand;That may not be downtrodden by a sneer; That sings though danger lurk on every hand.
There is a joy that smiles at cruel words, Dies not though human love may prove untrue,And over fallen hopes and lost ideals Doth still its way triumphantly pursue.
A joy no other life can give or take Is ours, though men may scoff or curse or frown,If we can link our hand in God's right hand, And smile the changes of the great world down.