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Rh But God is not like human kind,

Man cannot read the Almighty mind;

Vengeance will never tortue thee,

Nor hunt thy soul eternally.

Then do not in this night of grief,

This time of overwhelming fear,

O do not think that God can leave

Forget, forsake, refuse to hear!

What have I dreamt? He lies asleep,

With whom my heart would vainly weep;

He rests, and I endure the woe,

That left his spirit long ago.