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SAMSON'S RIDDLE.
Through Timnath's vineyards as alone he strayed,Roused from its secret lair, a lion roared;
With his bare hands and help from heaven implored,
Lifeless the tawny monster soon he laid.
Passing once more he sought the same green shade,
When lo! a swarm of bees had strangely stored
In the bleached skeleton their fragrant hoard,
And there a dainty feast for him had made.
Thus in our path when threatening danger rises,
Let us trust God and it will disappear;
His Providence assumes alarming guises
To make us fly to Him, unseen, but near;
While Love prepares a thousand sweet surprises
God's ways to our weak hearts the more to endear.
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