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TO ---
Tears to weep! and a world so green,
And summer in all the air,—
A world God made to be joyful in,
And a heart so near despair;
What can I do for thee, breaking heart?
Sorrow and thou must sit apart!
And summer in all the air,—
A world God made to be joyful in,
And a heart so near despair;
What can I do for thee, breaking heart?
Sorrow and thou must sit apart!
Heart, there is this that I can see,
Only this to assign to gain,
That we do but learn what our joy might be
Through the consciousness of pain:
Now it may be pain is the price we pay
For the glimpse of a joy we shall have some day.
Only this to assign to gain,
That we do but learn what our joy might be
Through the consciousness of pain:
Now it may be pain is the price we pay
For the glimpse of a joy we shall have some day.
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