I am lucky enough to have in my personal library a book entitled ‘The Mourner’s Friend or Sighs of Sympathy For Those Who Sorrow’. It is a collection of prose and verse compiled to give comfort to the grieving. Edited by J.B. Syme, published in 1852 by S.A. Howland in Worcester, Mass, USA; its contents are predominantly by American authors. My copy of the book has some water damage, ageing paper, and precarious binding, so before it deteriorates my project to preserve the words of the authors will find its way here on the MOLAM blog.
“Ye weep, and it is well !
For tears befit earth’s parting.”
Tears for the smitten heart,
That mourns earth’s severed ties, —
Tears for the loved, who part
In sadness ‘neath the skies, —
Tears for earth’s brightest hopes when fled;
Tears for the cherished, early dead.
Yes, tears may dim the eye,
When sorrow sways control,
Nor yet one murmuring sigh
Escape the stricken soul;
For ah! when he of Bethany slept
In death’s embrace, then Jesus wept.
And ye may weep, –’tis well, —
Since thus bereft ye are,
For grief’s own shadowy spell
Is on your spirits there;
Ye mourn a spirit from you flown,–
A sweet voice from your household gone.
Fond memories, I ween,
Are busy in each heart,
Recalling each dear scene
In which your lost bore part;
The eye of love, –the smile,–the kiss,–
The sweet, the cherub face ye miss.
Ah, yes! ’round board and hearth,
A vacant place ye find, —
And one tie less on earth,
our spirits here to bind;
But then how sweet the thought is given:
Another harp is strung in heaven.
All that your fondest love
Was wreathing for that brow,
In the spirit-land above
Is consummated now:
What for your darling could ye crave,
More than Heaven writes upon its grave?
Then, though ye weep,–rejoice;
Though oft bereft,–hope on;
And soon shall higher joys
Your yearning spirits crown:
Sweet voices woo you to the skies,
No more to mourn earth’s broken ties.