There is no sorrow, though our tears are falling,
There is no malice where we see the frown;
No terrors lurk where darkness seems appalling,
No poverty, though human hopes be flown.
There is no death, though many a heart is aching;
Love waits triumphant at each mourner's side,
And in the seeming gloom is gently breaking
The glorious truth which earth can no more hide.
