Poem by Richard Watson Gilder

The New Day. Part 2. 3. “Come to Me Ye Who Suffer”

Come to me ye who suffer, for to all
⁠     I am a brother now! 'T was not in vain
     ⁠I saw the face of Sorrow; she who slain
⁠     Yet lives; whose voice when she doth weep and call
Is silent. When she weeps? Nay, nay! the pall
⁠     Is on her tears too—they are dead. The rain
⁠     Is molten-hot, dust-dry from her dull pain,
⁠     Like ashes from the burning heavens that fall.
I know the world-wide, lovely, living lie;
⁠     I know the truth that better were unknown;
⁠     I know the joyful laugh that is a cry
Torn from a heart whence hope and faith have flown,
⁠     And yet beats on, and will not, dare not die.
⁠     I know the anguish without word or moan.

1. The New Day. Part 4. 17. “He Knows Not the Path of Duty”
2. The New Day. Part 4. 7. Song (Years have flown since I knew thee first)
3. The New Day. Part 3. 7. Body and Soul
4. The New Day. Part 4. 2. The Mirror
5. The New Day. Part 4. 6. “I Count My Time by Times That I Meet Thee”

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