Where Thy Light Is Shed

Shall we say of sorrow spent? What of weeping eyes? What of winter and its fall, And of heavy skies? Yea, a-thousand tears arise Not a one shall fall Of the Lost so deep within One is found, and all Spring; the hope of lovers still Boundless and in breath Stir so deep--in life abound What to us is death? Shall we bear theses blooms to life? Raise thy weary head Come to reign, oh Golden Sun Where thy light is shed