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Thy soothing influence impart
To each afflicted breast
The motherless, the stricken heart,
Calm with thy holy zest.
To each afflicted breast
The motherless, the stricken heart,
Calm with thy holy zest.
Mysterious are Heaven's decrees,
The future, none can scan;
We see not as Our Father sees,
Know not His mighty plan.
The future, none can scan;
We see not as Our Father sees,
Know not His mighty plan.
'T is our's to bear with humble love,
Whatever griefs surround;
Resigned, to feel the hand above,
Blesses, while it doth wound.
Whatever griefs surround;
Resigned, to feel the hand above,
Blesses, while it doth wound.
THE FIRST YELLOW LEAF.
'T was a holy Sabbath's smiling day,
The sportive winds had waked up to play,
While cool and fresh was their autumn breath,
That spoke to my heart of change and death.
Mem'ry was strewing my path with gems,
Those intellectual diadems,
That sparkle within the mental shrine,
Like dew-drops on the clustering vine,
The sportive winds had waked up to play,
While cool and fresh was their autumn breath,
That spoke to my heart of change and death.
Mem'ry was strewing my path with gems,
Those intellectual diadems,
That sparkle within the mental shrine,
Like dew-drops on the clustering vine,
