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Blest shade!—we dry our faithless tears,
Bend each rebellious thought to Heaven,
And walk in trust the few sad years,
Still for our earthly conflict given.
Bend each rebellious thought to Heaven,
And walk in trust the few sad years,
Still for our earthly conflict given.
The hope to meet thee on that shore,
Shall soothe the sufferings of the way;
Nor in our gloom will we deplore
Thine entrance on the realms of day.
Shall soothe the sufferings of the way;
Nor in our gloom will we deplore
Thine entrance on the realms of day.
