Those words, "no tears," will look so sweet
To eyes grown dim from weeping;
Those words,"no death," will come so glad
To bodies graveward creeping.
" No sorrow " makes a thrill in hearts
Long dead to other thrilling;
" No crying" sounds so soft to ears
Earth's moan have long been filling.

"No night there" seems so bright to those
Whose sun sank back at dawning;
" No sea" sounds calm to those who sail
Long tempest tossed and mourning.
" No pain " drops blessed on aching hearts,
Which fear their deepest dreading;
" That rest" falls sweet on weary feet
Unchosen pathways treading.

(Selected.)