Penitent, The

Anne Bronte

I 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'!

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• Anne Bronte : Retirement
• Anne Bronte : Self Communion
• Anne Bronte : Self-congratulation
• Anne Bronte : Severed And Gone
• Anne Bronte : Song
• Anne Bronte : Song 2
• Anne Bronte : Stanzas
• Anne Bronte : Student's Serenade, The
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• Anne Bronte : Past Days
• Anne Bronte : Parting, The ( 2 )
• Anne Bronte : Parting, The
• Anne Bronte : Parting Address From Z.z. To A.e.
• Anne Bronte : Oh, They Have Robbed Me Of The Hope
• Anne Bronte : North Wind, The
• Anne Bronte : Night
• Anne Bronte : Narrow Way, The
• Anne Bronte : My God! O Let Me Call Thee Mine!
• Anne Bronte : Music On Christmas Morning