Poems (Shipton)/The Golden Vial
THE GOLDEN VIAL.
Yes! all are there! safe in His golden vial, The glistening tears, though none beheld them shed, And days ne'er counted on the earthly dial Are marked in heaven, though below unread.
The prayer, the groan, the sigh, all, all are numbered, And 'mid the holy things of God are sealed; Yea, the forgotten sorrow that hath slumbered Shall wake to bless the pierced Hand that healed.
Enriching still by each mysterious trial, Till bloom and fruit shall own the chast'ning rod; While the tears gathered in the gold vial Are counted precious, treasured up with God.