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FROM WASHINGTON
Washington, April, 1876
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[“My ear is pained]
“My ear is pained,
My soul is sick with every day's report
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled!”
My soul is sick with every day's report
Of wrong and outrage with which earth is filled!”
But now, when all the outer world is so fair and bright and joyous, we, too, cannot fail to be more hopeful, to see, through all the darkness, gleams of light, glimpses of a loving Father's care; and we will
“------trust that somehow, good
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt and taints of blood.
Will be the final goal of ill,
To pangs of nature, sins of will,
Defects of doubt and taints of blood.
“Behold, we know not anything;
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last—to all,
And every winter change to spring.”
I can but trust that good shall fall
At last—far off—at last—to all,
And every winter change to spring.”
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[“The statesman to his holy trust]
“The statesman to his holy trust,As the Athenian archon, just,—
Struck down, exiled, like him, for truth alone,”
the beloved, the revered, the long-lamented, Sumner!
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