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IDA.

Thou hast passed from pain and woe,
Nought can mar thy quiet rest;
Where no winds of winter blow,
And where comes no wintry snow!
Thou art blest.
What if those thou hast relinquished
Feel at times disconsolate?—
What if life is barren, dreary,
And our hearts are very weary!
We must wait.
Spark of hope yet unextinguished,—
Light us through what still remains;
If thy scanty lustre fail us,
Little shall our strength avail us,
Towards the amaranthine plains!