WHY ART THOU CAST DOWN?
By REBEKAH SMITH
Why this dark depth of grief and gloom, this anguish and despair?
The unpardonable sin you mourn, is not yet yours to bear.
Why thus disquieted, cast down? Hope thou in God; he'll give
The very blessing you most need; look up to him and live. This crushing weight of heartfelt grief, this flow of sorrow's tide,
Will ere long bring the sad report, Of broken heart he died.
God knows what has befallen you, knows why the sore event;
Wait until he shall show you why this bitter cup was sent. Be at your post, where'er it be; the claims of life fulfill.
Be no one act, or motive wrong; heed Heaven's own bidding still.
Then let the hail sweep o'er your path, let storms in fury rise;
God will in safety bring you through to mansions in the skies. He's at the helm, he'll guide the ship through every dangerous strait,
And make you welcome when within the holy city's gate.
No bitter scenes of heartfelt grief, though now with anguish riven,
Will meet you in that world of bliss, the holy calm of Heaven. West Wilton, N. H., July, 1868.