Pain
By Ruby Archer
The mount of joy is dizzy height.
Uncertain we attain,
In radiance fear the fading light,—
Not so in depths of pain.
In shade of sorrow will I hide,—
No pleasure there to gain;
And unlamenting will I bide
In quiet vale of pain.
No tenure weak, no loss to fear,
In absolute of pain.
Tho’ Resurrection be not clear,
Gethsemane is plain.
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