The mount of joy is dizzy height.
Uncertain we attain,
In radiance fear the fading light,—
Not so in depths of pain.
In shade of sorrow will I hide,—
No pleasure there to gain;
And unlamenting will I bide
In quiet vale of pain.
No tenure weak, no loss to fear,
In absolute of pain.
Tho' Resurrection be not clear,
Gethsemane is plain.
