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COMFORTING.
[Margaret.]
NOW shall I comfort thee, O friend of friends ?
If I were weeping, thou couldst comfort me
With just a touch upon my bowed head ;
If I were blind, thy kiss should heal mine eyes,
And bring them into life and light again ;
If I were deaf, with sobs tempestuous
Thy voice would pierce the storm with " Peace, be still."
But thou, O friend, how can I comfort thee ?
With counsel ? but my wisdom is all thine,
The overflowings of thy bounteous spring ;
I have no knowledge, dear, but thou hast given,
No insight save what thou hast brought to me.
