Poems — Why Weepest Thou?

WHY WEEPEST THOU?

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.

Then still thy fears!

Behold thy glorious home, Yon star-roofed azure dome-- How infinite thy Father's house appears!

There, ah!

there we'll rest, Poor weak ones, on His breast;

Then, mourner, let thy frail heart break in tears, But still thy fears!

SULEIMA TO HER LOVER.