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Wait, and thy soul shall see, when most forlorn,
Hast thou beneath another's stern control
And wasted sacred hopes and precious tears?
For thou canst gain, even from the bitterest part,
Has Fate o'erwhelmed thee with some sudden blow? Let thy tears flow;
But know when storms are past, the heavens appear More pure, more clear;
And hope, when farthest from their shining rays, For brighter days.
Hast thou found life a cheat, and worn in vain
Has thy soul bent beneath earth's heavy bond?
If life is bitter-there for ever shine
Hopes more divine!
Art thou alone, and does thy soul complain
Not vainly does he live who can endure.
That he who hopes and suffers here can earn
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 Eternal rest!
HOME AT LAST.
HILD, do not fear;
We shall reach our home to-night,
And the waters bright;
And the breezes have scarcely strength
To unfold that little cloud,
That like a shroud
Spreads out its fleecy length;
Then have no fear,
As we cleave our silver way
Through the waters clear.
Fear not, my child!
Though the waves are white and high,
And the storm blows wild
Through the gloomy sky;
On the edge of the western sea,
Is the haven bright
Where home is awaiting thee.
Where, this peril past,
We shall rest from our stormy voyage In peace at last.
Be not afraid;
But give me thy hand, and see
How the waves have made
A cradle for thee.
Night is come, dear, and we shall rest; So turn from the angry skies,
And close thine eyes,
And lay thy head on my breast:
In the calm, cold, purple depths
WELLS within the soul of every
More than all his effort can express;
And he knows the best remains unut
Sighing at what we call his success.
Vainly he may strive; he dare not tell us
And the more devoutly that he listens,
Still the more his soul must struggle vainly,