The Argosy — page 345: what you’re looking at

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324 A BEATITUDE. ‘‘ Blessed are they that mourn.”’ O sweetest words of Holy Writ, And dearest Son of God that spake ! Our grief, since Thou hast looked on it, Is blessed for Thy sake. We cannot help the lot that falls, Obedient to the perfect mind ; We parley with the voice that calls, But Thou, Lord, Thou art kind! ’Twere better this or that, we say— To live long summers out and grow To ripeness, with a riper day, Nor fade before the snow : Forgetful that Thy summers range Through other spheres and larger space, Nor ever lapse, nor suffer change, Made perfect by Thy face. Though few be all our years below, We have a glorious hope in this— The steps we came, the steps we go, Link two eternities. How, then, if one among us pass Beyond the outer veil, and win The crown and robe of righteousness, And meet the King within ; Shall we not count his glory gain, And daily in our closet pray That, living not our lives in vain, We may go up that wayP Poor heart of man, so brave, so weak ! Poor stricken hearts that can but feel ! Come, take ye blessing all who seek, This love is strong to heal : No other voice is half so sweet— “ Blessed are they that mourn,” He said ; Lay all your sorrows at His feet, Stay, and ‘‘ be comforted.” GEORGE COTTERELL COMAICLOC) <S (EO) m