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OCTOBER HYMN
When the misty Indian Summer
Soothes again our wearied eye,
Or the storm—unbidden comer—
Throws a frown upon the sky,
Still, the steady truth divining,
We may know the clouds are shining,
And the sky above is fair;
For the golden sun is there.
Soothes again our wearied eye,
Or the storm—unbidden comer—
Throws a frown upon the sky,
Still, the steady truth divining,
We may know the clouds are shining,
And the sky above is fair;
For the golden sun is there.
When the mist of Pleasure o'er us
Bids the soul in languor stay,
Or a sorrow looms before us,
Sending night through all the day,
Not exulting—not repining—
We may know that Heaven is shining;
With the eyes of faith and prayer,
Still we see that God is there.
Bids the soul in languor stay,
Or a sorrow looms before us,
Sending night through all the day,
Not exulting—not repining—
We may know that Heaven is shining;
With the eyes of faith and prayer,
Still we see that God is there.
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