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No. VII.—CONSOLATION.
Thou'rt down, low down, poor heart—
At bottom of the hill;
The prudent friends who knew thee
When Fortune seemed to woo thee,
Are true to Fortune still.
So deeply art thou fallen,
Who once didst soar so high,
That beggars of thy bounty
Look proud, and pass thee by;
And former boon companions
Whisper thy name and frown—
“The ways of Heaven are righteous,
So—kick him—he is down!”
At bottom of the hill;
The prudent friends who knew thee
When Fortune seemed to woo thee,
Are true to Fortune still.
So deeply art thou fallen,
Who once didst soar so high,
That beggars of thy bounty
Look proud, and pass thee by;
And former boon companions
Whisper thy name and frown—
“The ways of Heaven are righteous,
So—kick him—he is down!”
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And yet though down, poor heart,
This consolation's thine—
Thy Conscience still befriends thee,
And kindly message sends thee,
To bear, and not repine.
The sun that lights the ocean,
Shines also on the mire;
The mole-hill and the mountain
Alike receive its fire.
The humblest dewy daisy
That blossoms on the sod,
May point like the pine-tree skyward,
And drink the light of God.
This consolation's thine—
Thy Conscience still befriends thee,
And kindly message sends thee,
To bear, and not repine.
The sun that lights the ocean,
Shines also on the mire;
The mole-hill and the mountain
Alike receive its fire.
The humblest dewy daisy
That blossoms on the sod,
May point like the pine-tree skyward,
And drink the light of God.
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