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 Clouds, dark o'ershadowing, veil the cheerful skies, And gloom brood o'er thy path; though round thy steps Perils thick-clustering wait; though cares oppress, And each day hath its strifes, and Sorrow pours From her exhaustless flagon for thy lips Full cups of bitterness; though life's best joys Seem half to lose their sweetness, and no more Enkindle keen desire, nor yield delight To the tired sense, worn with the round of years; Still be thou calm! Be strong and falter not! Teach thy chafed spirit, that, in weariness, Pants for her rest and longs for wings to soar To kinder skies beyond this land of storms, Her restless thoughts to stay; and in the strength Of Hope, that, like the needle, trembling oft, Is steadfast still, to wait the coming hour When she well pleased the mystery shall read Of earth's stern disciplines. Then on thine eyes, Beaming with life immortal, full shall break The wonders hidden long. Then Love Divine