 | The Poems of Mackenzie Bell |  |
A SONG OF COMFORT.
Not always have we sorrow, there are seasons
When buoyant joy dispels all dreams of ruth—
Times when our thoughts of sorrow seem but treasons
To king-like Truth.
When buoyant joy dispels all dreams of ruth—
Times when our thoughts of sorrow seem but treasons
To king-like Truth.
Not always are we vext by cares and troubles,—
Often the griefs of life appear no more—
Vanished, as on a lake the rain-drop bubbles,
When showers are o'er.
Often the griefs of life appear no more—
Vanished, as on a lake the rain-drop bubbles,
When showers are o'er.
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Not always feel we that our hopes are blighted;
A glad fruition will they often gain,
When we perceive the good are aye requited
Who conquer pain.
A glad fruition will they often gain,
When we perceive the good are aye requited
Who conquer pain.
Not always should we grieve, each tribulation
Is sent to purify—to raise the soul,
To fit it for its glorious destination—
A heavenly goal.
Is sent to purify—to raise the soul,
To fit it for its glorious destination—
A heavenly goal.
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