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"BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN"
by William Cullen Bryant
BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN -
Ohdeem not they are blest alone
Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep:
The Power who pities manhath shown
A blessing for the eyes that weep. -
The light of smiles shall fill again
The lids that overflow with tears;
And weary hours of woe and pain
Are promises of happier years. -
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night:
And grief may bide an evening guest
But joy shall come with early light. -
And thouwhoo'er thy friend's low bier
Dost shed the bitter drops like rain
Hope that a brighterhappier sphere
Will give him to thy arms again. -
Nor let the good man's trust depart
Though life its common gifts deny-
Though with a pierced and bleeding heart
And spurned of menhe goes to die. -
For God hath marked each sorrowing day
And numbered every secret tear
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here. - -
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