COME Grief, and sing a solemn dirge <br />Beneath this midnight shade; <br />From central darkness now emerge, <br />And tread the lonely glade. <br />This is the cheerless hour of night, <br />For sorrow only made; <br />When no intrusive rays of light, <br />The silent gloom pervade. <br />Though such the darkness of my soul, <br />Not such the calmness there; <br />But waves of guilt tumultuous roll <br />'Midst billows of despair. <br />Fallacious Pleasure's tinsel train <br />My soul rejects with scorn; <br />If higher joys she can't attain, <br />She'd rather choose to mourn. <br />For bliss superior she was made; <br />Or for extreme despair; <br />If pain awaits her past the dead, <br />Why should she triumph here? <br />Tho' Reason points at good supreme, <br />Yet Grace must lead us thence <br />Must wake us from this pleasing dream, <br />The idle joys of Sense. <br />Surely I wish the blackest night <br />Of Nature to remain, <br />Till Christ arise with healing light, <br />Then welcome day again.<br /><br />Ann Eliza Bleecker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lines-to-grief/
