This, Too, Will Pass

Poor heart, break not, though cruel be thy wound,—
    This, too, will pass!
The weariest day will end in sunset light,
And dawn must follow e’en the darkest night!

Nor drink too deeply of joy’s honeyed cup,—
    This, too, will pass!
Caressing hands will lose their loving touch,
And words mean nothing, that once meant so much.

Ah, then, whate’er thy state, see thou content,—     
    This will not pass!
Thy rest in God, He only knows and cares,
His heart of love thine every sorrow shares!

Gertrude W. Seibert
Poems of the Way