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A Song of Comfort "Do ye think with regret on the sunny days

And the path ye left, with its untrod ways?

The sun might sink in a storm cloud's frown

And the path grow rough when the night came down."

In the grey twilight of the autumn eves,

It sighed as it sang through the dying leaves:

"Ye think with regret that the world was bright,

That your path was short and your task was light;

The path, though short, was perhaps the best

And the toil was sweet, that it led to rest." [39]