Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review

"Heaviness May Endure for a Night, but Joy Cometh in the Morning"

Academic journal article Anglican Theological Review

"Heaviness May Endure for a Night, but Joy Cometh in the Morning"

Article excerpt

No thing is great on this side of the grave,

Nor any thing of any stable worth:

Whatso is born from earth returns to earth:

No thing we grasp proves half the thing we crave:

The tidal wave shrinks to the ebbing wave:

Laughter is folly, madness lurks in mirth:

Mankind sets off a-dying from the birth:

Life is a losing game, with what to save?

Thus I sat mourning like a mournful owl,

And like a doleful dragon made ado,

Companion of all monsters of the dark:

When lo! the light cast off its nightly cowl,

And up to heaven flashed a carolling lark.

And all creation sang its hymn anew.

While all creation sang its hymn anew

What could I do but sing a stave in tune?

Spectral on high hung pale the vanishing moon

Where a last gleam of stars hung paling too.

Lark's lay-a cockcrow-with a scattered few

Soft early chirpings-with a tender croon

Of doves-a hundred thousand calls, and soon

A hundred thousand answers sweet and true. …

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