TO MY HEART.
LIFE is not a heavy load,
Need is not a cruel goad;
A lighted plain, a fragrant path,
Dripping of the sacred blood
From the skies, a spirit flood,
A laughing heart, the soul man hath.
Pain? A grief? A galling care?
Canst thou not a sorrow bear ?
From that white throne of grace above;
Union with thy pain is sought,
Smiles from thee with blood are bought;
Uplifting, woe-relenting love!
Fainting heart of worldly life,
Lift those brows above the strife;
Uprise with joy, expanding Soul;
Virtue's grace and Purity's smile
Woes from out thy deep beguile,__
An Ocean of the light doth roll.
__Sad and melancholy heart,
Pleasures are but pains in part;
The smiles bring tears, kind words are hard,
warmth is heat, the heart doth sink,
Light and pain doth ever link
O Heaven, God, this death retard!