While going through old papers and stuff collected over the years this poem was stuck to the bottom of a book. The paper is faded and torn, but the whole poem is intact!
I learn as the years roll onward
And leave the past behind.
That much I had counted sorrow,
But proves that our GOD is kind.
That many a flower I longed for
Had a hidden thorn of pain.
And many a rugged bypath
Led to fields of ripened grain.
The Clouds but cover the sunshine,
They cannot banish the sun.
And the earth shines but the brighter
When the weary rain is done.
We must stand in the deepest shadow
To see the clearest light.
And after from wrongs our darkness
Comes the very strength of right.
We must live through the weary winter
If we would value the spring.
And the woods must be cold and silent
Before the robins sing.
The flowers must be buried in darkness
Before they could bud and bloom.
And the sweetest and warmest sunshine
Comes after the storm and gloom.
So the heart from the hardest trial
Gains the purest joy of all,
And from lips that have tasted sadness
The sweetest songs will fall.
For as peace comes after suffering,
And love in reward of pain.
So after earth comes heaven,
And out of our loss, the gain.