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For the weight of added burdens
Haunted, pressed me day by day,
Mourners I had failed to comfort.
Sinners who had turned away.

Questions that I yearned to answer
Seeking vainly for the truth,
Problems that had never vexed me
In the happy days of youth.

Yet I know no pain is fruitless
And no work is vainly wrought,
If it serves to bring us nearer
To our Lord in deed and thought.

And I know, despite Life's mysteries,
Secrets that must baffle man,
Naught shall mar the final victory
Of the great "Eternal Plan."

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