"If
This Be All"
by Anne Bronte
God! if this indeed by all
That Life can show to me;
If on my aching brow may fall
No freshening dew from Thee,--
If with no brighter light than this
The lamp of hope may glow,
And I may only dream of bliss,
And wake to weary woe;
If friendships's solace must decay,
When other joys are gone,
And love must keep so far away,
While I go wandering on,--
Wandering and toiling without gain,
The slave of others' will,
With constant care, and frequent pain,
Despised, forgotten still;
Grieving to look on vice and sin,
Yet powerless to quell
The silent current from within,
The outward torrent's swell:
While all the good I would impart,
The feelings I would share,
Are driven backward to my heart,
And turned to wormwood, there;
If clouds must ever keep from sight
The glories of the Sun,
And I must suffer Winter's blight,
Ere Summer is begun;
If Life must be so full of care,
Then call me soon to Thee;
Or give me strength enough to bear
My load of misery.
Anne Bronte
"Looking unto Jesus the Author and Finisher of our faith; Who for
the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame."
(Hebrews 12:2)
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