Thomas Cogswell Upham
Thomas Cogswell Upham Poems
Consolation In Sorrow
Although affliction smites my heart,
And earthly pleasures flee,
There is one bliss that ne'er shall part,
My joy, oh God, in Thee.
That joy is like the orb of day,
When clouds its track pursue;
The shades of darkness throng its way,
But sunlight struggles through.
Oh Thou, my everlasting light,
On whom my hopes rely;
With Thee the darkest path is bright,
And fears and sorrows die.
Oh, tell me no more of the blisses prevailing
In the tapestried halls of the noble and great,
Oh, tell me no more of the joys never failing,
That are deem'd at the feet of the wealthy to wait.
For dearer than riches or power are the mountains,
The hills and the vales to remembrance allied,
The murmur of winds and the rushing of fountains,
That haste to Connecticut's dark-rolling tide.