Thine Eyes Are Dim: A Mist Hath Gathered There; Around Their Rim Float Many Clouds Of Care, And There Is Sorrow Every -- Everywhere. But There Is God, Every -- Everywhere; Beneath His Rod Kneel Thou Adown In Prayer. For Grief Is God'S Own Kiss Upon A Soul. Look Up! The Sun Of Bliss Will Shine Where Storm-Clouds Roll. Yes, Weeper, Weep! 'Twill Not Be Evermore; I Know The Darkest Deep Hath E'En The Brightest Shore. So Tired! So Tired! A Cry Of Half Despair; Look! At Your Side -- And See Who Standeth There! Your Father! Hush! A Heart Beats In His Breast; Now Rise And Rush Into His Arms -- And Rest.