THE HEART'S BITTERNESS

Publishing Committee · Battle Creek, Mich. · Feb 7, 1856

THE HEART'S BITTERNESS.

"The heart knoweth his own bitterness, and a stranger doth not intermeddle with his joy."—PROVERBS XIV, 10.

Sighs and tears are mortals' doom— Sorrow is man's common lot— From the cradle to the tomb, There are none who suffer not. Every bosom knows its own Deep, internal weight or care, And the worn heart struggles on, 'Mid the woes that rankle there.

Were each inner shrine displayed, With its sad realities— Were all secrets open laid, To the sight of others' eyes: All would see that none are blest— All would feel how vain and weak, Are the highest and the best Treasures all so fondly seek.

Happily this world is not Our abiding, resting-place; God has promised—blessed thought! We shall see him face to face, In another, brighter sphere, Where no anguished hearts are riven, And the ills we grieve for here, Shall be changed to bliss in heaven!—[Echo