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Poems.
And though thy heart is ofttimes filled
With burning griefs and cares,
Reflect; for God with wisdom willed
This life be bathed in tears.
With burning griefs and cares,
Reflect; for God with wisdom willed
This life be bathed in tears.
When weary here, toiling in vain,
With soul that longs for rest,
Then falter not, if thou would'st gain
A mansion with the blest.
It may be that love unrequited
May often dim thine eye,
Yet onward press, though earth may fade,
You'll get your meed on high.
With soul that longs for rest,
Then falter not, if thou would'st gain
A mansion with the blest.
It may be that love unrequited
May often dim thine eye,
Yet onward press, though earth may fade,
You'll get your meed on high.
Then nobly bear the cross of life,
Whate'er it chance to be;
E'er bravely battle in the strife
Until the soul is free.
Never repine o'er trifling woes.
This world is but a span;
And life in ceaseless numbers flows,
As when time first began.
Whate'er it chance to be;
E'er bravely battle in the strife
Until the soul is free.
Never repine o'er trifling woes.
This world is but a span;
And life in ceaseless numbers flows,
As when time first began.
SILENTLY FELL GREAT DROPS OF DEW.
Silently fell great drops of dew,
Upon a garden fair,
Then noiselessly the flowers grew,
As if by magic there.
Upon a garden fair,
Then noiselessly the flowers grew,
As if by magic there.
