Consolation

MINE heart is heavy with an ancient sorrow,
  My brain is aching with a clinging grief,
And if I seek to smooth away the furrow
  It plougheth in my soul, in the relief
  And balminess of Song, the cheat is brief!
One feeling still from which the Past did borrow
Exceeding light, reminds me that the morrow
  Must drag me farther from its lost belief.
  For solace therefore would I dive with Truth
Into the depths of her remotest lore:
  Somewhere in Nature’s motherly breast there’s ruth
Yet for her child though wounded to the core,
Though Life’s first objects may beguile no more
  And Misery clothe her with the dreams of youth!