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Rh While all the good I would impart,

The feelings I would share,

Are driven backward to my heart,

And turned to wormwood, there;

If clouds must ever keep from sight

The glories of the Sun,

And I must suffer Winter's blight,

Ere Summer is begun;

If Life must be so full of care,

Then call me soon to Thee;

Or give me strength enough to bear

My load of misery.

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LIFE.

, believe, is not a dream

So dark as sages say;

Oft a little morning rain

Foretells a pleasant day.

Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,

But these are transient all;

If the shower will make the roses bloom,

O why lament its fall?