The power who pities man has shown
   A blessing for the eyes that weep

   The light of smiles shall fill again
   The lids that overflow with tears
   And weary, hours of woe and pain
   Are promises of happier years.

   There is day of sunny rest
   For every dark and troubled night;
   And grief may bide, an evening quest,
   But joy shall come with early light.

   For God hath marked each sorrowing    day And numbered every secret tear,    And heaven’s long, age of bliss shall    pay For all his children suffer here.

…………………William Cullen Bryant