Poems (Smith)/Alone the Heart Speaketh
ALONE THE HEART SPEAKETH.
Alone the heart speaketh the answer to God,
Ever the heart grieveth till under the sod.
There is rest for the weary in heaven above,
Where God will receive us with eternal love.
Gladly I'd flee were this mortal life o'er,
To the realms of bliss on eternity's shore.
Alone and so weary the most hopeless strife
To lighten the burthens of this mortal life.
To the realms of bliss on eternity's shore.
Alone and so weary the most hopeless strife
To lighten the burthens of this mortal life.
But all of life's trials and heart-stricken woe
Souls fit for heaven, where I trust I may go.
I'm earnestly striving, and looking above
To God to sustain me with heavenly love.
Souls fit for heaven, where I trust I may go.
I'm earnestly striving, and looking above
To God to sustain me with heavenly love.
But when I am resting beneath the cold sod,
Think of me kindly when gone to my God
To be finally judged, but conscience clear,
Unto my God I will go without fear.
Think of me kindly when gone to my God
To be finally judged, but conscience clear,
Unto my God I will go without fear.
I have laughed with the happy, and tried to be gay:
All without avail, for grief hangs o'er the way.
Deep heart-rending sorrow, like a funeral pall,
Till the darkness of death casts a mantle o'er all.
All without avail, for grief hangs o'er the way.
Deep heart-rending sorrow, like a funeral pall,
Till the darkness of death casts a mantle o'er all.