THE PENITENT

by: 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!"

"The Penitent" is reprinted from Poems By Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell. Charlotte, Anne, and Emily Bronte. Philadelphia: Lea and Blanchard, 1848.

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