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THE TRUE TREASURE.
Living brings us bitter sorrow,
Oft our hearts refuse submission,
While we yearn for a to-morrow
Which shall change our dark condition.
Oft our hearts refuse submission,
While we yearn for a to-morrow
Which shall change our dark condition.
Love may bring us bitter sadness
When we find our love can never
More impart the sense of gladness
Which we thought it would for ever.
When we find our love can never
More impart the sense of gladness
Which we thought it would for ever.
Joy may bring us bitter trouble,
Faith give place to Falsehood's anguish,
Hope may prove an empty bubble
When bereft of it we languish.
Faith give place to Falsehood's anguish,
Hope may prove an empty bubble
When bereft of it we languish.
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Worldly peace may bring us only
More of pain and less of quiet,—
And departing leave us lonely,
Battling in the world's rude riot.
More of pain and less of quiet,—
And departing leave us lonely,
Battling in the world's rude riot.
Faith in man may bring delusion,
Oftentimes, when it has perished,
We discover with confusion
'Twas a phantom that we cherished.
Oftentimes, when it has perished,
We discover with confusion
'Twas a phantom that we cherished.
Trust in God is truest treasure,
For of change it holds no leaven,—
If we live aright, its measure
Makes us holy, worthy Heaven.
For of change it holds no leaven,—
If we live aright, its measure
Makes us holy, worthy Heaven.
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