Why weepest thou?
A few more hours dreary,
And thy spirit, the world weary
Beneath the icy hand of death must bow;
But the fetters then will fall,
And the soul redeemed from thrall,
Will upwards mount in joy, tho' chainéd now
Why weepest thou?
The great Eternal One,
Round whom the planets roll,
Beholds each suffering soul
Prostrate in mortal grief before His Throne;
He numbers every tear,
He stills the throb of fear,
He guides us to our heavenly native zone
The great Eternal One.
Why Weepest Thou?
Lady Jane Wilde
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Poem topics: death, fear, grief, joy, world, spirit, tear, chain, beneath, native, soul, great, eternal, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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