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Whose hearts no ark of rest discern,
Whither the fluttering dove may turn,—
Whither the fluttering dove may turn,—
They who from childhood's earliest day
Have seen each brilliant hope decay,—
These, these alone the fountains know
Whence streams of blessed healing flow.
Have seen each brilliant hope decay,—
These, these alone the fountains know
Whence streams of blessed healing flow.
Yes! fortune's frown, the altered gaze
Of those who shared our brightest days,
The weary day, the anxious night
Scarce gloomier e'en than morning light,—
Of those who shared our brightest days,
The weary day, the anxious night
Scarce gloomier e'en than morning light,—
Like gentlest messengers they come
To guide us to our unseen home.
Strength from their mingling might is given
To tread life's pilgrim path to heaven.
To guide us to our unseen home.
Strength from their mingling might is given
To tread life's pilgrim path to heaven.
Thanks for the sunlight of our lot;
Be not its Gracious Fount forgot:
Yet shall our holiest praise arise,
When He withdraws it from our eyes.
Be not its Gracious Fount forgot:
Yet shall our holiest praise arise,
When He withdraws it from our eyes.
