To One In Grief

SIMON the Cyrenean bore The Cross of Christ up Calvary Hill. Blessed be Simon's lot before Honour and ease and world's good-will You,--you would choose his lot above All gifts and glories, yea, all love! Now when for your two glorious men Your heart is broken, and your joy On earth shall not be built again,-- Oh, what a lover, what a boy !-- Dear heart, look up! Who helps you on The way that you must walk alone ? For when the Cross that you must bear Galls your poor shoulders till they bleed, And when the thorns are on your hair, And Love-lies-bleeding: then indeed One will come stepping light and take The tears the burden, the heart-break. Happy is she who to Thine ears Pours all her lamentations! Yea, When Thou dost wipe away her tears And healing words of comfort say. Thou makest Thy Cross both sweet and light For souls like hers that walk in white.