  TO S. R. H. I have sowed in tears,— Shall I reap in joy? Shall my human heart be satisfied, And sorrow and pain be justified? Shall full fruition free my soul From limitation's sad control, And all my faculties of mind Their perfect rest and freedom find? "They that sow in tears Shall reap in joy," Sang a poet-heart in the long ago, 'Midst depths of sorrow, pain, and woe; And what to him was truth and life Has shone through all the ages' strife, To be at last our beacon-light Of comfort in the darkest night. |
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