Anne Bronte - A great poet

THE PENITENT

                                                      Anne Bronte (1820-1849)

            MOURN with thee, and yet rejoice
            That thou shouldst sorrow so;
            With angel choirs I join my voice
            To bless the sinner's woe.

            Though friends and kindred turn away,
            And laugh thy grief to scorn;
            I hear the great Redeemer say,
            "Blessed are ye that mourn."

            Hold on thy course, nor deem it strange
            That earthly cords are riven:
            Man may lament the wondrous change,
            But "there is joy in heaven!"