A Psalm of Sorrow by ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Jun 5, 1913

A Psalm of Sorrow

By ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

ARTHUR W. SPAULDING

Weep for the dead; for the light hath failed, The light of life hath fled, And the gray, dim shadows have prevailed. Weep, yea, weep for the dead.

But weep, weep not for the dead alone: Weep for the living world For whom the joy of life is flown And the banner of hope is furled.

Weep sweetly, sweetly, for the dead, And be not all forlorn; For deep is the peace of that lowly bed That bridgeth night to morn.

But sorrowful, sorrowful, be your moan For the living, cold and grim, From whom the peace of God is flown: Weep, weep sore for him.

Like stars that fade in the morning light Are the righteous in their death; Like gleams that die in the depths of night Are the lost that keep their breath.

Weep, then, and bear with gentle hands The loved to his God-watched tomb; But weep, and labor to break the bands That bind the world to its doom.