O, deem not they are blest alone
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O, deem not they are blest aloneWhose lives a peaceful tenor keep;For God, who pities man, hath shownA blessing for the eyes that weep.
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The light of smiles shall fill againThe lids that overflow with tears,And weary hours of woe and painAre promises of happier years.
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There is a day of sunny restFor every dark and troubled night,And grief may bide an evening guest,But joy shall come with early light.
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Nor let the good man's trust depart,Though life its common gifts deny;Though with a sad and broken heart,He sees his hopes most cherished die.
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For God has marked each sorrowing day,And numbered every secret tear,And heaven's long age of bliss shall payFor all his children suffer here.