Or weeding in the sacred hours of dawn.
It is a comely fashion to be glad—
Joy is the grace we say to God. (Text.)
—Jean Ingelow.
(1693)
JOY AFTER GRIEF
I had a sorrow, and I wept salt tears
One winter night, and heavy beat the rain;
At dawn came frost, and on my window-pane
Each drop like fairy lacework now appears.