Deem not that they are blest alone

Whose days a peaceful tenor keep;

The God who loves our race has shown

A blessing for the eyes that weep.

2 The light of smiles shall fill again

The lids that overflow with tears,

And weary hours of woe and pain

Are earnests of serener years.

3 O, there are days of hope and rest

For every dark and troubled night!

And grief may bide an evening guest,

But joy shall come with early light.

4 And thou who o’er thy friend’s low bier

Dost shed the bitter drops like rain,

Hope that a brighter, happier sphere

Will give him to thy arms again.

5 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.

6 For God hath marked each anguished day,

And numbered every secret tear;

And heaven’s long age of bliss shall pay

For all his children suffer here.