Poems (Denver)/Trials
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TRIALS.
If thou hast felt unkindness From the friend thou lovest best, Let the memory of it pass away Forever from thy breast. Why should we stop to gather Ills on the shore of life, When the sail is set to bear us on, From bitterness and strife?
Though words severe and pointed Upon thine ear yet dwell, Remember that we cannot see The motives that impel: There are shadows in the wild wood, And shadows on the wall,And shadows in the human heart, Far darker than them all.
There are ills that haunt us ever, E'en in life's early morn, That circle wider every day, And leave us more forlorn. Yet look thou ever upward, With a faithful heart and true,And the good angel at the helm Will guide thee safely through.