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Midst life's earliest promise,
Twineth sorrow's omen;
Thou hast taken up the new,
Untried lot of woman.

Looking in the future,
Lady, may the years
Bring thee hopes to triumph
Over all thy fears.

But should they deny thee
Thy life's happiness,
Prove thine angel mission,
Other lives to bless.

Trust no smiling fortune,
Fear no frowning fate;
While the present calleth,
Let the future wait.

Now a still voice whispers:
"Cast on Me thy care";
Kneeling at thy window
Lift thine eyes in prayer.

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