There Shall Be No More Tears
Weep not for the dying flower!
Faded hues and bruiséd form;
’Twas so fair, yet one short hour
Levelled it before the storm.
Weep not for the dying day!
Fleeting hours and waning light;
Grieve not that it flits away,
Bearing dreams all pure and bright.
Weep not for the dying child!
Fitful pulse and failing life;
Yesterday its mirth was wild,
To-day it falls in life’s sad strife.
Yet weep not thou for all this death!
God knows the things which He has made,
He has decreed each parting breath;
’Twas his voice said that “all things fade.”
Yet there’s another world shall be,
On which the love of God has smiled,
Where thou in rapturous joy shalt see
Bright day, fair flower, and angel child.
Menie Parkes, Poems, F. Cunninghame, Sydney, , page 51