Poems (Terry, 1861)/Loss and gain
LOSS AND GAIN.
Hope went singing southward,And left me silent here;I did not scorn nor sorrow,I had no smile nor tear;For out of the door beside her,Went her serving-maiden, Fear.
Where there comes no morning,There never is any night;The clouds will fly from heavenWhen the sun shall lose its light;And he who wants the pleasureWants the pain of sight.
Rain and rainbow vanish,But the sky is undismayed;Hope and Fear may leave us,And the price of life be paid;Greater than any passionIs the soul that God hath made.
Go! walk the world together,And trouble the hearts of men;Go paint and pluck the blossomsThat never shall bloom again;But dread the day of Heaven:Ye both shall perish then!