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Oh! what in my heart do these voices awaken,
 That bids me look up from life's toil and unrest
To that home where the weary, and sad, and forsaken,
 Are glad in the beautiful land of the blest?

And why, when each day brings a darker to-morrow,
 Doth the path seem so bright that my darling hath trod.
If it be not that we, in life's moments of sorrow,
 Learn to humble the spirit and lean upon God?