“The deeper becomes the measure
Of the cup of grief you drain,
The larger the draught of pleasure
For you it may contain.”
II.
Hearts that are used to breaking
O’er vows that have come to naught,
That, in hopeless silence aching,
With pain are overfraught;
Though Life’s taper be dimly burning,
So that shadows faintly fall,
There comes through this vale of mourning
A spirit voice to all:
“The deeper becomes the measure
Of the cup of grief you drain,
The larger the draught of pleasure
For you it may contain.”
Oh, Thou Hast Wept Long.
I.
OH, thou hast wept long, yet thy heart is still aching;
There are tears that ne’er fall, though the sad heart be breaking;
And that bright day of hope—all too soon ’tis passed o’er,
And the light of thy life has gone out evermore.
II.
When the heart is left lonely there’s naught can atone:
Though a nation weep with thee—thou weepest alone;
And thine is a sorrow too deep e’en for tears
To relieve the lone heart through the desolate years.