{"id":344,"date":"2010-04-13T02:06:43","date_gmt":"2010-04-13T02:06:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=344"},"modified":"2017-07-11T05:02:53","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T05:02:53","slug":"sorrows-and-joys-by-george-meredith","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/sorrows-and-joys-by-george-meredith\/","title":{"rendered":"SORROWS AND JOYS by George Meredith"},"content":{"rendered":"

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George Meredith 1828-1909<\/p>\n

SORROWS AND JOYS<\/p>\n

Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise
\nAs souls to the immortal skies,
\nAnd there look down like mothers’ eyes.<\/p>\n

But let thy joys be fresh as flowers,
\nThat suck the honey of the showers,
\nAnd bloom alike on huts and towers.<\/p>\n

So shall thy days be sweet and bright;
\nSolemn and sweet thy starry night,
\nConscious of love each change of light.<\/p>\n

The stars will watch the flowers asleep,
\nThe flowers will feel the soft stars weep,
\nAnd both will mix sensations deep.<\/p>\n

With these below, with those above,
\nSits evermore the brooding dove,
\nUniting both in bonds of love.<\/p>\n

For both by nature are akin;
\nSorrow, the ashen fruit of sin,
\nAnd joy, the juice of life within.<\/p>\n

Children of earth are these; and those
\nThe spirits of divine repose –
\nDeath radiant o’er all human woes.<\/p>\n

O, think what then had been thy doom,
\nIf homeless and without a tomb
\nThey had been left to haunt the gloom!<\/p>\n

O, think again what now they are –
\nMotherly love, tho’ dim and far,
\nImaged in every lustrous star.<\/p>\n

For they, in their salvation, know
\nNo vestige of their former woe,
\nWhile thro’ them all the heavens do flow.<\/p>\n

Thus art thou wedded to the skies,
\nAnd watched by ever-loving eyes,
\nAnd warned by yearning sympathies.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

George Meredith 1828-1909 SORROWS AND JOYS Bury thy sorrows, and they shall rise As souls to the immortal skies, And there look down like mothers’ eyes. But let thy joys be fresh as flowers, That suck the honey of the showers, And bloom alike on huts and towers. So shall thy days be sweet and…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_uf_show_specific_survey":0,"_uf_disable_surveys":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4,409],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-344","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-1800s","category-depression-poems"],"aioseo_notices":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t