The Morning Walk - A Fragment Poem by Mary Anne Browne

I walk'd in the morn, when the beautiful shower
Had left its tears on many a flower,
When many a pearly diadem
Was hanging upon the rose's stem,
And the fair lily's bell was set
With a bright dewy coronet ;
And there the jessamine was budding,
With silver stars its leaves bestudding,
And one rain-drop of lustre meek
Was laid on a rose's smiling cheek ;
And the rising sun with its welcome glance
Had waked the buds from their evening trance,
And the ivy that circled the mouldering stone
Shone with a brilliancy not its own ;
Flowers with nature's tears bedew'd,
That the pencil of heaven itself had blued,
Thro' their covert of green leaves flash,
Like a tearful eye thro' its long dark lash ;
The sun-beam dries the gentle showers,
And refresh'd are the beautiful smiling flowers.
And this is like the sorrowing mind :-
Grief often leaves a balm behind ;
And so on earth the soul appears
Refresh'd by salutary tears ;
And even if sorrow through life should remain,
We shall meet with peace in heaven again ;
And every tear of dark distress
Shall be dried by the Sun of Righteousness.