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BEHIND THE VEIL
The secret of man's life disclosed
Would cause him strange confusion,
Should God the cloud of fear remove,
Or veil of sweet illusion.
Would cause him strange confusion,
Should God the cloud of fear remove,
Or veil of sweet illusion.
No maiden sees aright the faults
Or merits of her lover;
No sick man guesses if 't were best
To die or to recover.
Or merits of her lover;
No sick man guesses if 't were best
To die or to recover.
The miser dreams not that his wealth
Is dead as soon as buried;
Nor knows the bard who sings away
Life's treasures, real and varied.
Is dead as soon as buried;
Nor knows the bard who sings away
Life's treasures, real and varied.
The tree-root lies to deep for sight,
The well-source for our plummet,
And heavenward fount and palm defy
Our scanning of their summit.
The well-source for our plummet,
And heavenward fount and palm defy
Our scanning of their summit.
Whether a present grief ye weep,
Or yet untasted blisses,
Look for the balm that comes with tears,
The bane that lurks in kisses.
Or yet untasted blisses,
Look for the balm that comes with tears,
The bane that lurks in kisses.
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We may reap dear delight from wrongs,
Regret from things most pleasant;
Foes may confess us when we're gone,
And friends deny us present.
Regret from things most pleasant;
Foes may confess us when we're gone,
And friends deny us present.
And that high suffering which we dread
A higher joy discloses;
Men saw the thorns on Jesu's brow,
But angels saw the roses.
A higher joy discloses;
Men saw the thorns on Jesu's brow,
But angels saw the roses.
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