Hannah Flagg Gould



To The Mourner

by Hannah Flagg Gould

We would not check the starting tear, Nor bid thee cease to mourn The friend thy bosom held most dear So early from thee torn; For, when in death a loved one slept, Among the sorrowing, Jesus wept!

But has not Jesus passed the tomb, To break its bars away? And, darting through its fearful gloom The beams of endless day, Does he not, from the other side, Bid none to fear, since he has died.

And, mourner, will not sighing cease, When thou canst look above, And feel that, from a world of peace, Thou hast an angel's love? That she is safe, where none may fear Death, pain, or change that wound us here?

When he, who wept at human wo, Shall in the clouds appear, Awaking millions then shall know, To those who owned him here, He is the resurrection! -- he, Life, light and immortality!


Poems By Miss H. F. Gould. Volume 1.
Copyright 1836
Hilliard, Gray, & Co., Boston