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SONNET.—THESE ARE GOD'S.
These are God's blesséd ministers, methinks,These breezes whispering to the heart subdued,
So winningly, that still the sad ear drinks
Their messages of mercy; and the mood
Grows chaste and unresentful—while the blight
Passes from off the spirit that, but late,
Gloom'd with the gloomy progress of the night,
And spoke defiance to the will of fate.
Comfort they bring with the submissive thought
That teaches Sorrow still is the best friend,
And moves to bless the chastener, that has brought
The heart to tremble and the knees to bend—
Counselling the better hope, that, born of fears,
Is nursed in trembling and baptized in tears.
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