My Songs are Smiles and Tears

by Sarah Ward Benedict

I pen down the joys a true Christian may know,
I have learned how to write of a widow’s deep pain.
I write of a home that once brightly hath shone,
I write songs of triumph, and songs full of fears.
There’s a mingling together of smiles and of tears.

I write of the beauty of earth, and of sky,
I write of the anguish when cyclones pass by.
I pen down the songs that I learn from the rill,
I write of the floods that have brought so much ill.
I write songs of triumph, and songs full of fears.
There’s a mingling together of smiles and of tears.

I write of the wolf prowling close round our door,
I write of the grain that for us is in store.
I write of the soul trampling down a heart’s love,
I write of a love that is steadfast above.
I write songs of triumph, and songs full of fears.
There’s a mingling together of smiles and of tears.

I write of the sweetness of infantile breath,
I write of the homes that are shrouded by Death.
I write of the forms mold’ring ‘neath the green sod,
I write of the souls that are living with God.
I write songs of triumph, and songs full of fears.
There’s a mingling together of smiles and of tears.

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© Mark Gove, Curating in Sepia Tones, 2012.  All rights are reserved.

Smiles and Tears – poems by Sarah Ward Benedict

Smiles and Tears

To the reader:

I trust the poems this book contains will be favorably received, not only by my personal friends, but by the public in general.  The poems are from the heart, as the title which I have given my book will show.  There is a view of sadness tingeing many of my poems, for there has been a great sorrow come into my life, and I cannot always gild my work with sunshine; but in this work I have sometimes, through the love of a Saviour, triumphed over the weight of sorrow that has bound me to the earth.

I have no human aid in my work.  I am also in my home; widowed and childless, and have outlived my three-score and ten years.  God has given me a beautiful gift, and when those soul songs are coming so sweet to me it seems as if the angels must be very near.  Jesus is my helper, and Him will I praise in my song.

-Author

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Sarah refers to living beyond three-score and ten years which is 70 years.  She lived to be 82 years old and died in 1895. Her husband Elias died in 1881 and her daughter Lucy died in 1882, so the intro to these poems was written sometime between 1882 and 1895.

© Mark Gove, Curating in Sepia Tones, 2012.  All rights are reserved.