POOR heart, break not, though cruel be thy wound -
This too will pass !
The weariest day will end in sunset light,
And dawn must follow e'en the darkest night !

Nor drink too deeply of Joy's honeyed cup -
This too will pass !
Caressing hands will lose their loving touch,
And words mean nothing, that once meant so much.

Ah, then, whate'er thy state, seek thou content -
This will not pass !
True rest is found in God, He knows and cares.
His heart of love thy every sorrow shares !