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POEMS. 419
Oh, even to rest and forget were a boon,
Nought more would I pray for now ;
But I know that the Lord in his mercy soon
A happier fate will bestow.
i know, oh, I know that a morning will break,
When from death’s dark sleep I shall rise,
When the soul, uo more toil-worn, wayward, and weak,
Shall plume its bright wings for the skies.
I know, oh, I know that once more I shall see,
In glories that tongue cannot tell,
Those eyes that were wont to look fondly on me,
Those friends that have loved me so well.
I know that the discords that harassed us here
Shall melt into strains of joy ;
For love is the sun of that heavenly sphere,
And its light is in every eye.
I know that the radiance of heaven shall illume
Life’s pathways on earth, and show
Why the pilgrims who seek their Father’s home
Oft must wander through toil and woe.
I know that beside the pure waters of life
The weary will find repose ;
Will drink new strength, after sorrow and strife,
From the fountain that ever flows. ;
Then be of good cheer, and wait, O my soul !
And take what the Lord shall provide ;
All things are done well by His loving control, —
In His keeping securely abide.
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