Sends its keen arrows not to be unfelt!
By fire and storm, heaven tries the Christian’s worth,
And joy departs, to wean us from the earth,
Where still too long, with beings born to die,
Time hath dominion o’er Eternity.
Yet not the less, o’er all the heart hath lost,
Shall Faith rejoice, when Nature grieves the most.
Then comes her triumph! through the shadowy gloom,
Her star in glory rises from the tomb,
Mounts to the day-spring, leaves the cloud below,