IF THIS BE ALL.
O God! if this indeed be all That Life can show to me; If on my aching brow may fall No freshening dew from Thee;
If with no brighter light than this The lamp of hope may glow, And I may only dream of bliss1, And wake to weary woe2;
If friendship's solace3 must decay, When other joys are gone, And love must keep so far away, While I go wandering on,-
Wandering and toiling4 without gain, The slave of others' will, With constant care, and frequent pain, Despised, forgotten still;
Grieving to look on vice5 and sin, Yet powerless to quell6 The silent current from within, The outward torrent's swell7
While all the good I would impart, The feelings I would share, Are driven backward to my heart, And turned to wormwood there;
If clouds must EVER keep from sight The glories of the Sun, And I must suffer Winter's blight8, Ere Summer is begun;
If Life must be so full of care, Then call me soon to thee; Or give me strength enough to bear My load of misery9.