THERE’S JOY AND mourning wondrously entwined
In all that’s mortal: sometimes the same breeze
That bringeth rest into one weary mind
Heralds another’s sorer agonies;
Sometimes the hour that sees one battle end
Beholds as sad a time of strife begin;
And sometimes, hearts rejoicing as they win
Themselves the victory, tremble for a friend.
Ah me! how vain to think that mortal ken
Can ever, with love-cleared vision, judge aright.
Doth danger dwell alone ‘mong stranger men,
Or safety aye ‘neath home’s protecting light?
Shield us, our Father! in our every lot
Thou blendest joy and grief that we forget thee not.