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[Why, alas! of life so weary?]
Why, alas! of life so weary?
So dispirited, cast down?
Is thy path perplex'd and dreary?
Does upon thee fortune frown?
So dispirited, cast down?
Is thy path perplex'd and dreary?
Does upon thee fortune frown?
Or thy love look cold, and shun thee?
Or ingratitude's sharp fang
From the friend who has undone thee
Add to poverty its pang?
Or ingratitude's sharp fang
From the friend who has undone thee
Add to poverty its pang?
One above there is to bless thee,
(Think what sorrows here He bore!)
Who the more that wrongs oppress thee,
Only loves thee more and more.
(Think what sorrows here He bore!)
Who the more that wrongs oppress thee,
Only loves thee more and more.
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