Their pain-cleared vision sweeps the skies
And the hearts of men, I ween;
The things that pass, and the things that remain,
Lie open to their sight,
And that which they learn as they dwell with pain
Gives strength to the world, and light.
Patient, and wise, and glad they be,
Rich with love’s own increase—
They of this world-wide company
Who suffer, and find peace.