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THE CONSOLATION.
Comfort, mourner! why despair?
Storm like sunshine 's from on high—
Tempest only clears the sky—
Man is heaven's peculiar care—
Heaven brings joy from misery!
Storm like sunshine 's from on high—
Tempest only clears the sky—
Man is heaven's peculiar care—
Heaven brings joy from misery!
Comfort, mourner! why despair?
Woe a part is of a plan
Ending in the bliss of man—
Whereof but a little share
Our imperfect sight may scan!
Woe a part is of a plan
Ending in the bliss of man—
Whereof but a little share
Our imperfect sight may scan!
Comfort, mourner! why despair?
All that is disclos'd we find
Proveth an All-bounteous mind—
Impious is it then to dare
Deem what's undisclos'd unkind!
All that is disclos'd we find
Proveth an All-bounteous mind—
Impious is it then to dare
Deem what's undisclos'd unkind!
Arouse thee! comfort! Learn to bear!
No ill is cureless but despair!
No ill is cureless but despair!
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