NAY, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead; <br />He lives again in Heaven's unclouded life, <br />With other angels that have early fled <br />From these dark scenes of sorrow, sin, and strife. <br />Nay, weep not, dearest, though thy yearning love <br />Would fondly keep for earth its fairest flowers, <br />And e'en deny to brighter realms above <br />The few that deck this dreary world of ours: <br />Though much it seems a wonder and a woe <br />That one so loved should be so early lost, <br />And hallowed tears may unforbidden flow <br />To mourn the blossom that we cherished most, <br />Yet all is well; God's good design I see, <br />That where our treasure is, our hearts may be!<br /><br />John Godfrey Saxe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bereavement-11/
