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Take up the triumph-song, thou who didst bow So long and meekly, 'neath the Chastener's rod, Thou, whose firm faith beheld with raptur'd glow The resurrection cleave the burial-sod, Go to thy God.

 

with unclouded ray Shines the bright Sun, When summer streamlets play, And all around is gay, Then shall the spirit say, "Thy will be done?"

No.—When the flowers of love Fade, one by one, When in its blasted grove The shuddering heart doth rove, Then say, and look above "Thy will be done."