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COME, TELL ME THY SORROW.
Come, tell me thy sorrow, and if I can aid thee,
My heart and my purse are both thine to the end;
If not, seek support from the being that made thee,
But mourn not as if without solace, my friend.
Though the sky be now dark, there is hope for tomorrow,
A sunlight to come, which the morn may restore;
Then cheer! bid thy soul spring immortal o'er sorrow,
Thou hast one friend at least, if thou canst not find more.
My heart and my purse are both thine to the end;
If not, seek support from the being that made thee,
But mourn not as if without solace, my friend.
Though the sky be now dark, there is hope for tomorrow,
A sunlight to come, which the morn may restore;
Then cheer! bid thy soul spring immortal o'er sorrow,
Thou hast one friend at least, if thou canst not find more.
Ne'er fancy thine own disappointments are greater
Than theirs who seem right whatsoever they do;
Misfortune finds all either sooner or later;
Life's mourners are many—the mirthful are few.
Then vex not thy spirit with fears and surmises,
But wrestle with care, and thy firmness restore;
There's a star for thee yet, and, till brightly it rises,
Thou hast one friend at least, if thou canst not find more.
Than theirs who seem right whatsoever they do;
Misfortune finds all either sooner or later;
Life's mourners are many—the mirthful are few.
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But wrestle with care, and thy firmness restore;
There's a star for thee yet, and, till brightly it rises,
Thou hast one friend at least, if thou canst not find more.
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