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Wait, and thy soul shall see, when most forlorn,
Rise a new morn.
Hast thou beneath another's stern control
Bent thy sad soul,
Yet calm thy fears,
A stronger heart.
Has Fate o'erwhelmed thee with some sudden blow ?
Let thy tears flow; But know when storms are past, the heavens appear
pure, more clear; And hope, when farthest from their shining rays,
For brighter days.
Hast thou found life a cheat, and worn in vain
Its iron chain ?
Look thou beyond ;
Hopes more divine !
Art thou alone, and does thy soul complain
It lives in vain ?
Oh be thou sure,
A sure return.
Hast thou found nought within thy troubled life
Save inward strife? Hast thou found all she promised thee, Deceit,
And Hope a cheat? Endure, and there shall dawn within thy breast
HOME AT LAST.
HILD, do not fear
; We shall reach our home to-night,
For the sky is clear,
And the waters bright;
That like a shroud
Then have no fear, As we cleave our silver way
Through the waters clear.
Fear not, my child !
Through the gloomy sky;
See that line of golden light,
Is the haven bright Where home is awaiting thee.
Where, this peril past,
Be not afraid;
A cradle for thee.
And close thine eyes,
Child, do not weep;
There we shall sleep.
WELLS within the soul of
More than all his effort can express ;
Vainly he may strive; he dare not tell us
that is sent,
And the more devoutly that he listens,