no more

To shelter thee-lets Heaven's blue floor

Shine where it never shone before.

Thy life that has been dropped

aside

Into Time's stream, may stir the tide

In rippled circles spreading wide.

The cry wrung from thy spirit's pain

May echo on some far-off plain, And guide a wanderer home again.

Failyet rejoice; because no less

The failure that makes thy distress

May teach another full success.

soul

May make completer music roll From out the great harmoniou whole.

It may be, that when all is light, Deep set within that deep de light

Will be to know why all wa right;

To hear life's perfect music rise, And, while it floods the happy skies,

Thy feeble voice to recognize.

Then strive more gladly to fulfil Thy little part. This darkness still

Is light to every loving will.

And trust, as if already plain How just thy share of loss and pain

Is for another fuller gain.