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Patience. |
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And, when we gain the land, How happy shall we be ! How shall we bless the mighty Hand That led us through the sea !
Thomas Kelly. 1809, |
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CCCCII.
Rejoice, though storms assail thee;
Rejoice, when skies are bright; Rejoice, though round thy pathway
Is spread the gloom of night: If the good hope be in thee
That all at last is well, Then let thy happy spirit
With joyful feelings swell!
Look back on early childhood,
And let thy soul rejoice ! Who then upheld thy goings,
And tuned thy feeble voice ? Look back on youth's gay visions
When life one glory seem'd : Who pour'd those rays of gladness
Which on thy prospect beam'd ?
Recall the hours of anguish,
And let thy soul rejoice, Though wave on wave of sorrow
Rush on with fearful noise : Was not the Bow of Promise
Still seen amidst the gloom, Shedding its hallow'd lustre
E'en round the silent tomb ? |
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