sorrow

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain. Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked... The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.

The Baptist found him far too deep; The Deist sighed with saving sorrow; And the lean Levite went to sleep, And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow.

Death and sorrow will be the companions of our journey; hardship our garment; constancy and valor our only shield. We must be united, we must be undaunted, we must be inflexible.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain That has been, and may be again.

Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels.

'T is hers to pluck the amaranthine flower Of faith, and round the sufferer's temples bind Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.

Sorrow breaks seasons and reposing hours, Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.

Sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Each present joy or sorrow seems the chief.