Blessed Are They That Mourn E-book

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                         "BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN"

                            by William Cullen Bryant









Electronically Enhanced Text (c) Copyright 1996, World Library(R)



              BLESSED ARE THEY THAT MOURN
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         Oh, deem not they are blest alone
           Whose lives a peaceful tenor keep:
         The Power who pities man, hath shown
           A blessing for the eyes that weep.
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         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.
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         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.
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         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.
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         Nor let the good man's trust depart,
                                      
           Though life its common gifts deny,-
         Though with a pierced and bleeding heart
           And spurned of men, he goes to die.
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         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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                          THE END