osopardo

Blessed Are They That Mourn
Oh, deem not they are blest alone
Whose lives a peaceful tenour keep;
The Power who pities man, has 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 thou, who, o'er thy friend's low bier,
Sheddest the bitter drops like rain,
Hope that a brighter, happier 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 broken heart,
And spurned of men, he goes to die.

For God has marked each sorrowing day
And numbered every secret tear,
And heaven's long age of bliss shall pay
For all his children suffer here.

William Cullen Bryant

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Hikage

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Fasinating poem. As a Christian I can't help but be encouraged by the last stanza.

Romans 8:18-24a is one of my favorite passages and ties SO well in with those last lines. In the poem it limits the suffering to God's children, however, find it intriguing that Romans extends this to ALL creation suffers and waits to see what the sons of God do regarding that very creation.

I consider that our future sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creations waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed. For the creation was subjected to frustration , not by its own choice, but by the will of the one who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be liberated from its bondage to decay and brought into the glorious freedom of the children of God.

We know that the whole creation has been groaning as in the pains of childbirth right up to the present time. Not only so, but we ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait eagerly for our adoption as sons, the redemption of our bodies. For in this hope we were saved.

-Hikage

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