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278 Through cross to crown! And though the world seem stronger,
 * And daily weaker, fainter thou—

All's well! all's well! Endure a brief spell longer:
 * God's victory shall crown thy brow.

Through tears to joy! If morning find thee weeping
 * And sorrow fill the livelong night,

Faint heart, endure! Thy lot is in God's keeping,
 * And there e'en pain becomes delight.

Through death to life! Though earth be with its sorrow
 * A mortal waste of sin and strife,

All's well! all's well! In Heaven's eternal morrow
 * Death shall be swallowed up in life.

F. C. Kolbe.