In this last pain’s morning light,
The Lord shall guide us through the night;
The sweetest mercy He will send,
Our joyous hope forever shall transcend.
In faith, we seek the path to peace,
Though sorrows come, joys will increase;
The highest heights this life can give,
We clasp in raptured joy to live.
For at the end of this last pain,
Our struggles, our sorrows, they’ll wane;
The Lord will guide us day and night,
And take us from this last pain to His light.
He cannot enter, he cannot go;
No more can he of life or death’s woe;
No more can he seek out and find
What lies behind the weary mind.
He must accept it, and so be still,
Nor hope to know what fate has willed;
That part of life and death is free,
And all he can do is to be.
So, this last pain for the damned the Fathers found:
“They knew the bliss with which they were not crowned.”
Such, but on earth, we must endure,
Asking no more from nature’s sure.
The peace of Heaven waits us, but no tears
Can ever take away these earthly fears;
We must accept it, and so be still,
Nor seek to know what fate has willed.
For this last pain for the damned the Fathers found:
“They knew the bliss with which they were not crowned.”
Yet, on this earth, we may still find
Hope in the love that binds mankind.
That part of life and death is free,
And all we can do is to be:
Brave, trusting, loyal and true,
Loving and living, all as one.
This last pain for the damned the Fathers found:
“They knew the bliss with which they were not crowned.”
Yet, by the love that binds us still,
We can rise above our earthly will.
For this last pain for the damned, we may be sure,
Leave us with a greater strength, our souls secure.
That part of life and death is free,
And all we can do is to be:
Brave, trusting, loyal and true,
Loving and living, all as one.
This last pain for the damned the Fathers found:
“They knew the bliss with which they were not crowned.”
This same glory can each of us know,
If we but trust, and let love grow.
He knows his thoughts will circle on,
But find no sign, of joy or of dawn;
The glass will never break, no more
Than will the captivating shore.
He feels the gods are still in kind,
But never says, “My fate entwined”.
He faces down the winding hill,
Where all his sorrows lay still.
He’ll never find an answer’s key,
But knowing this, still shall he be
Content to face the long night’s dark,
For he has found, his last pain’s mark.
And in this last pain, he’ll not complain,
But stand and look, at peace again.
For he knows that Fate is not so cruel
That all that he has lost, is all he’ll ever feel.
His love for life, and for the world,
Will never give in, nor will it ever be curled.
And from this last pain, he can finally see
That heaven and hell, are both a part of him, and me.
And in this life, we all will find
That it’s in our soul, that we can truly shine.
So let us follow our hearts, and never look back,
For it is here, where the last pain of our past can stay intact.
And may we learn, from this life’s pain,
That love and joy, no matter how far, still remain.
And in the end, it is our courage, faith, and hope,
That will make sure, the last pain, will no longer need to cope.
But, in his heart, he hears a sound,
A silent music all around;
The joy of things that cannot be
Is still within his memory.
No longer can he hope to gain
The prize he sought in vain;
But, in his last, despairing hour,
He still can feel its sacred power.
For, though his life may be undone,
His spirit still can find the sun;
The touch of Heaven still remains,
Like sparks from a dying flame.
And though his days on earth may cease,
His soul will find eternal peace;
The light of love will never die,
As it shines forever in the sky.
No more to feel the pangs of woe,
He’ll fly away to endless joy;
Where hope and love will never die,
And light will always fill the sky.
And so, this last pain for the damned,
Will be the sweetest gift to man;
On wings of grace, he’ll soar above,
To find a life of perfect love.
He knows the joy, yet it’s denied,
Of which faith has so oft supplied;
No Heaven, no Hell, no bliss, no pain,
But only this last pain remain.
He turns to beauty, turns to art,
In it the rapture of the heart;
But when the clouds he seeks to shroud
His misery, there’s no escape allowed.
So, till Heaven opens up her door
This last pain remains evermore;
It’s the only thing of which one’s sure—
This last pain, the final cure.
So here’s the lesson which we learn,
Through joy and sorrow thus to yearn;
No matter how hard we strive and fight,
This last pain remains in our sight.
This last pain that none can gain,
Cannot be conquered or contained;
No Heaven, no Hell, no joy, no pain,
But only this last pain remain.
So seek not to put it away,
But learn to accept it, come what may;
Acknowledge the pain, but strive to find
An acceptance peace of mind.
He mourns a secret, shut from his dreams,
Of feasts and palaces, clouds and streams;
He knows that future bliss, so bright,
Is hidden from his lost sight.
Yet fondly still he thinks his mind
Might piece together that which is Divine,
But, ah! what vain effort is this,
For he can never see the bliss
That final joy that those enjoy,
For whom “from fear and from alloy,”
Of beauty, bliss, and joy perfect,
All pain and sorrow are ejected.
Thus worldly pain is all he knows,
And he who finds can only close –
For he must bear his share of pain:
His earthly stay, his last refrain.
This then, the last pain let me tell,
Is our sole gain from heaven or from hell—
That we endure and hope to face
Another chance to fill our grace.
Though harrowing be this last pain,
It humbles us and bids us gain,
From our misfortunes, strength and fear,
To hold on tight and never veer.
We can, through faith and strength divine,
Turn round our last pain, make it shine—
Our orisons and prayers to heaven,
Bring us hope, comfort, and solace given.
This last pain for the damned the Fathers found.
They knew true joy could only be crowned.
If to the light we lift our eyes,
It’s nothing less than a great surprise.
The truth that we must learn and hold
Will our hearts and souls enfold—
That spiritual joy comes in the end,
After pain, the last thing to transcend.
So this last pain be the last to go,
For it teaches us what we must know:
That bliss comes when faith is strong,
When our hearts and souls belong.
And so, this last pain for the damned,
Is the first step to peace and gain;
With love and faith, our last refrain,
We can finally reach the joys of heavenly reign.
For man, the prying housemaid of the soul,
Will know His true bliss, and make it whole.
For one day, the key will be found,
And the door of joy will open, never to close again.
This then, the last pain let me tell,
Is our sole gain from Heaven or from Hell—
That we endure, and hope to face,
Another chance to find His grace.
This last pain for the damned the Fathers found,
But for us, it can be a blessing, crowned.
May we take advantage of our last pain,
And find the joys that remain.