Poems (Stephens)/Overjoyed
OVERJOYED.
Ah, joy does kill as well as grief,For hearts that long have known suspense.If all too sudden they are blest,Must break, the chords are strung so tense.
'Twas thus the aged mother whoFor long had mourned her absent son,And ventured o'er the briny deepTo see again her darling one.
But Oh, the blessing was too great,She could not bear the glad first sight,And with his name upon her lipsHer spirit winged its upward flight.