Classic Poem

Thanks to God I did not die
After my despair;
Yesterday, bewildered, I
Saw the world turn fair.
Saw my lost one—saw her face
After all these years.
Lo, and as she met my gaze
In her eyes were tears.

Tears—in eyes that never wept!
Tears—that naught could start!
Oh what miracle had swept
Skies to wake her heart.
Something, not of her control,
Changed her even now;
Something finer—call it soul—
Lay upon her brow.

Thanks to God I did not die
In that bitter mood;
Thanks to God indeed that I
Saw that life was good,
Saw that still my hopes might breast
Countless waves of years—
Aye, for God Himself has blessed
Love re-born in tears.