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 OW shall I comfort thee, O friend of friends ? If I were weeping, thou couldst comfort me With just a touch upon my bowed head ; If I were blind, thy kiss should heal mine eyes, And bring them into life and light again ; If I were deaf, with sobs tempestuous Thy voice would pierce the storm with " Peace, be still." But thou, O friend, how can I comfort thee ? With counsel ? but my wisdom is all thine, The overflowings of thy bounteous spring ; I have no knowledge, dear, but thou hast given, No insight save what thou hast brought to me.