Hope
Thine eyes are dim: A mist hath gathered there; Around their rim Float many clouds of care, And there is sorrow every -- everywhere. But there is God, Every -- everywhere; Beneath His rod Kneel thou adown in prayer. For grief is God's own kiss Upon a soul. Look up! the sun of bliss Will shine where storm-clouds roll. Yes, weeper, weep! 'Twill not be evermore; I know the darkest deep Hath e'en the brightest shore. So tired! so tired! A cry of half despair; Look! at your side -- And see Who standeth there! Your Father! Hush! A heart beats in His breast; Now rise and rush Into His arms -- and rest.
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"Thine eyes are dim:..."
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