noon
Fear not , weep not , ours the boon ; We shall all be happy soon ! Hark ! a voice is whispering near us ; ' T is an angel-voice to cheer us ; It entreats us not to weep , Fresh and green our souls to keep ; And it sings , in cheerful tune , We shall all be happy soon . Thus through life , though grief and care May be given us to bear , Though all dense and dark the cloud That our weary forms enshroud , Night will pass , and come the noon , We shall all be happy soon . When the last line of each verse was sung , it was no fancy thought in us , in Nelly more than all others , that suggested the union of other voices with our own ; neither was it an illusion that pictured a great thing with harps , repeating the words , `` We shall all be happy soon . '' The sexton even , he who was so used to grave-yard scenes , was doubly interested ; and , when the last look was taken , and Nelly seemed to look less in the dark grave and more up to the bright sky above her than those in her situation usually do , I saw him watch her , and a tear trickled down his wrinkled face . As we turned to leave , I asked him why he wept .