Why, when our sun shines clearest, <br />Why, when our hopes seen nearest, <br />Why, when our life feels dearest, <br />Rises a secret pain— <br />Hope's perfect mirror broken— <br />Shadows of things unspoken-— <br />Why will not some sure token <br />Calm us to rest again? <br /> <br />Mixed with all earthly blessing <br />Lingers the fear distressing— <br />-Conscience within confessing <br />Nothing of ours is pure. <br />Still must such thoughts upbraid us, <br />Seeking our own to aid us; <br />God, not ourselves, hath made us; <br />Trusting in Him we’re sure. <br /> <br />Thus, from our sorrows gleaning <br />Thoughts of the world’s deep meaning, <br />Let us rejoice while leaning <br />Firm on our Father’s arm. <br />Now are we one for ever, <br />Joined so that none may sever, <br />Souls, so united, never <br />Faint through mischance or harm.<br /><br />James Clerk Maxwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-when-our-sun-shines-clearest/
