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If thou hast dried the widow's tear,
 Pitied the orphan's lot,
Then thou hast felt, amid the gloom,
 There was a sunny spot.

If to the humble couch of pain
 Aid thou hast kindly brought;
And poured upon a wounded heart
 The balm it vainly sought;
If thou in prayer hast meekly bent,
 Within thy lowly cot,
Then thou hast in life's desert proved
 Thyself a sunny spot.

Then, what though down the stream of Time
 Thy bark be rudely driven?
The Pilot's hand is ever near,
 To guide thee safe to heaven.
Earth's weary children then shall find,
 When every care forgot,
They calmly rest, secure from fears,
 The grave a sunny spot.