What Have I to Sorrow O'er?
What have I to sorrow o'er?
Death no terrors has for me,
Life is but a troubled sea,
Leaning on a happier shore.
All the agonies I feel,
All the sufferings that I bear,—
Shadows!— ye shall disappear,
Sweetest sunshine to reveal.
All this earthly show must cease,
Vanity shall meet decay,
When like ships we sail away,
Making for the goal of Peace.
There within one social sphere
Rich and poor alike shall move,
Fed by one Paternal Love,
All one common blessing share.
Naught have I to worry o'er,
Death no perils has for me,
Life is but a rolling sea,
Moving to the Heavenly Shore.