The Penitent

Anne Brontë

1820 to 1849

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I mourn with thee, and yet rejoice
That thou shouldst sorrow so;
With angel choirs I join my voice
To bless the sinner's woe.

Though friends and kindred turn away,
And laugh thy grief to scorn;
I hear the great Redeemer say,
'Blessèd are ye that mourn.'

Hold on thy course, nor deem it strange
That earthly cords are riven:
Man may lament the wondrous change,
But 'there is joy in Heaven!'