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'Twill sound severe———yet rest assur'd
I'm studious of your peace;
Though I should dare to give you joy—
yes, joy of his decease:
I'm studious of your peace;
Though I should dare to give you joy—
yes, joy of his decease:
An hour shall come, (you question this)
an hour, when you shall bless,
Beyond the brightest beams of life,
dark days of your distress.
an hour, when you shall bless,
Beyond the brightest beams of life,
dark days of your distress.
Hear then without surprize a truth,
a daughter-truth to this,
Swift turns of fortune often tie
a bleeding heart to bliss:
a daughter-truth to this,
Swift turns of fortune often tie
a bleeding heart to bliss:
Esteem you this a paradox?
my sacred motto read;
A glorious truth! divinely sung
by one, whose heart had bled;
my sacred motto read;
A glorious truth! divinely sung
by one, whose heart had bled;
To resignation swift he flew,
in her a friend he found,
A friend, which bless'd him with a smile,
when gasping with his wound.
in her a friend he found,
A friend, which bless'd him with a smile,
when gasping with his wound.
On earth nought precious is obtain'd
but what is painful too;
By travel, and to travel born,
our Sabbaths are but few:
but what is painful too;
By travel, and to travel born,
our Sabbaths are but few:
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