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 murmur, helpless child of fate, For what a Father's hand denies ? Why upward to the crystal gate Send thy weak moans and feeble cries ? Take heart ! beneath the winter snows The flowers of summer nestle warm, And God's eternal sunshine glows Unchanged above the darkest storm. And, though life's wayside flowers be few, And thorns thy tender feet may tear,