Passion-Flowers (Howe)/Behind the Veil

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BEHIND THE VEIL.
The secret of man's life disclosed Would cause him strange confusion,Should God the cloud of fear remove, Or veil of sweet illusion.
No maiden sees aright the faults Or merits of her lover;No sick man guesses if 'twere best To die, or to recover.
The miser dreams not that his wealth Is dead, as soon as buried;Nor knows the bard who sings away Life's treasures, real and varied.
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The tree-root lies too deep for sight, The well-source for our plummet,And heavenward fount and palm defy Our scanning of their summit.
Whether a present grief ye weep, Or yet untasted blisses,Look for the balm that comes with tears, The bane that lurks in kisses.
We may reap dear delight from wrongs, Regret from things most pleasant;Foes may confess us when we're gone, And friends, deny us present.
And that high suffering which we dread A higher joy discloses;Men saw the thorns on Jesu's brow, But angels saw the roses.
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