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 Though I have asked the stars, Coldly they shine. They are too bright to know Grief such as mine. I asked for comfort still, And I found tears, And I have sought in vain Long, weary years. Listen, thou mournful soul, Thy pain shall cease; Deep in His sacred Heart Dwells joy and peace.

Yes, in that Heart divine The Angels bright Find, through eternal years, Still new delight. From thence his constancy The martyr drew, And there the virgin band Their refuge knew. There, racked by pain without, And dread within, How many souls have found Heaven's bliss begin. Then leave thy vain attempts To seek for peace; The world can never give One soul release; But in thy Saviour's Heart Securely dwell, No pain can harm thee, hid In that sweet cell.