I suppose Mary A. Bachelor is pretty unknown, but the below story from her life, to be found on the internet, is a gift to my own life and was impressed upon my heart again at a lonely moment of self pity (shame on me!).  So I thought I would share with you this touching note plus the verses she wrote abt. 1871 (and which I immediately put into Danish words):

“The au¬thor of the hymn was the daugh¬ter of a min¬is¬ter. When she wrote these lines she was liv¬ing with her bro¬ther, whom she great¬ly loved. He also was a min¬is¬ter, and had the usu¬al cares and bur¬dens to car¬ry that are in¬ci¬dent to a pas¬tor’s life. To him she con¬fid¬ed all her joys and sor¬rows. One day, af¬ter hav¬ing dis-closed to him some pe¬cul¬iar tri¬al which she was en¬dur¬ing, she was re¬proached by her con¬science for hav-ing need¬less¬ly add¬ed to his al¬ready num¬er¬ous cares. She stood by the open win¬dow, and saw the long, hea¬vy sha¬dows cast by the tall pop¬lar trees across the lawn, and the thought came to her:

“That is just what I have done to my brother! Why did I do it? Why did I not ra¬ther bu¬ry my own sor¬row, and al¬low on¬ly words of cheer and bright¬ness to reach his ears?”

With such thoughts in her mind, and with tears of re¬gret fill¬ing her eyes, she re¬tired to her lit¬tle at¬tic bed-room, and there wrote the hymn that has been so blessed.”
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Go bury thy sorrow, the world hath its share;
Go bury it deeply, go hide it with care.
Go think of it calmly, when curtained by night;
Go tell it to Jesus, and all will be right.

Go tell it to Jesus, He knoweth thy grief;
Go tell it to Jesus, He’ll send thee relief;
Go gather the sunshine He sheds on the way:
He’ll lighten thy burden—Go, weary one, pray
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Hearts growing aweary with heavier woe
Now droop ’mid the darkness—Go, comfort them, go!
Go bury thy sorrow, let others be blessed;
Go give them the sunshine, tell Jesus the rest.

Mary A. Bachelor (from abt. 1871)