The lessons that we learn of woe
Make strong the soul, as well as melt.
2 The energies too stern for mirth,
The reach of thought, the strength of will,
’Mid cloud and tempest have their birth,
Though blight and blast their course fulfil.
3 And yet ’tis when it mourns and fears,
The laden spirit feels forgiven;
And through the mist of falling tears
We catch the clearest glimpse of heaven.