Beauty for ashes is given them that mourn.
The oil of joy and garments knit with praise
Replace the heaviness which they have worn;
As trees of righteousness they spend their days.
Such planting of the Lord is twice as fair
As any tree to blossom in the spring;
Such build the old waste place everywhere
And teach the desolate to rise and sing.
"Blessed are they that mourn," for these are they,
The happy ones, who "shall be comforted,"
The fruitful ones who in their hearts' white May
Burgeon the very boughs which sorrow bled.
