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If grief and pain thy steps assail, In life's remote and wintry vale; Then, as the wild Eolian lyre, Complains with soft, entrancing number, When the loud storm awakes the wire, And bids enchantment cease to slumber; So filial love, with soothing voice, E'en then, shall teach thee to rejoice; E'en then, shall sweeter, milder sound, When sorrow's tempest raves around; While dark misfortune's gales destroy, The frail, mimosa-buds of hope and joy!