| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVIII. The Great Mystery
To a Friend | | By William Caldwell Roscoe (1823–1859) |
| | | SAD soul, whom God, resuming what He gave, | |
| Medicines with bitter anguish of the tomb, | |
| Cease to oppress the portals of the grave, | |
| And strain thy aching sight across the gloom. | |
| The surged Atlantic’s winter-beaten wave | 5 |
| Shall sooner pierce the purpose of the wind | |
| Than thy storm-tossed and heavy-swelling mind | |
| Grasp the full import of His means to save. | |
| Through the dark night lie still; God’s faithful grace | |
| Lies hid, like morning, underneath the sea. | 10 |
| Let thy slow hours roll, like these weary stars, | |
| Down to the level ocean patiently; | |
| Till His loved hand shall touch the Eastern bars, | |
| And His full glory shine upon thy face. | | | | |
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