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Sometimes my Heart by cruel Care Opprest.

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to -----     Sometimes my heart by cruel care opprest     Faints from the weight of woe upon my breast,     My soul embittered far beyond belief; -     As damned one, drinking galling draughts of grief,     Which boils and burns within without relief,     While fervid flames inflict the wounds unhealed,     With hellish horrors not to man revealed;     When Peace and Joy seem wrapt in sable shrouds,     And young Hope's heaven is black with lowering clouds     'Tis then thy vision comes before my view,     'Tis then I see those beaming eyes of blue,     And hear thy gentle voice in accents kind,     And see thy cheerful smile before my mind;     And taking heart, I battle on anew;     And thank my God for sending to my soul      His own blest, soothing balm of peace again,     Who sometimes still as in the days of old      By angels sends His blessings down to men.

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