Thy Sorrows

by Walter M. Lindsay

Thy sorrows are the ministers
Of God unto thy soul.
They pour the drop of bitterness
Into the golden bowl,
Whose sweetness, else, would steep thy heart,
In worldly bliss alone.
Receive them as ambassadors,
Sent from the Holy Throne
To the beloved of the earth,
And, through the blinding tear,
The glory of their angel form
Unto thee will appear.