[THE JOYS THAT ARE LEFT.]
If the sun have been gone while we deemed it might shine;
If the day steal away with no hope-bearing sign;
If the night, with no sight of its stars or its moon,
But such clouds as it hath, closes down on our path over-dark and o'er soon:
If a voice we rejoice in its sweetness to hear,
Breathe a strain for our pain that glides back to our ear;