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And other words of that Divinest Speaker—
Words to all mourners of all time addressed—
Seemed spoken to me as I went along
In prayerful thought, slow musing on my way—
“Believe in me. Let not your hearts be troubled.”
And sure I could have promised in that hour,
But that I knew myself how fallible,
That never more should cross or care of life
Disquiet or distress me. So I came,
Chastened in spirit, to my home again,
Composed ann comforted, and crossed the threshold
That day “a wiser, not a sadder.” woman.
Words to all mourners of all time addressed—
Seemed spoken to me as I went along
In prayerful thought, slow musing on my way—
“Believe in me. Let not your hearts be troubled.”
And sure I could have promised in that hour,
But that I knew myself how fallible,
That never more should cross or care of life
Disquiet or distress me. So I came,
Chastened in spirit, to my home again,
Composed ann comforted, and crossed the threshold
That day “a wiser, not a sadder.” woman.
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