Classic Poem

Deep is the anguish and the pain is keen?
Yea, Lord, 'tis keen
Deep as the grave, and piercing like a sword?
Yea, Lord.
And underneath the anguish is there aught?
Yea, Lord, a thought
And in this thought is something to atone,
O suffering one?
Lord, in this thought my spirit learns to rise,
And touch the skies.