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DEEP GRIEF. 221 |
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DEEP GRIEF.
Days, weeks, and months have gone, O Lord !
They seemed both long and brief; Yet darker still the darkness grows,
And deeper lies the grief.
They spoke of sorrow's laws and ways,
They said what time would do; Wise-sounding words! yet have they been
Most bitterly untrue.
O sorrow ! 't is thy law to feed
On what should be relief; O time ! of all things surely thou
Art cruelest to grief.
They tell me I am better now
That tears have passed away: Alas! those earlier days of tears
Were sunshine to to-day.
The mind was less afraid of self, When sorrow's thoughts grew rank:
The sights and sounds of recent grief Were better than this blank. |
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