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TRIALS.
If thou hast felt unkindness
From the friend thou lovest best,
Let the memory of it pass away
Forever from thy breast.
Why should we stop to gather
Ills on the shore of life,
When the sail is set to bear us on,
From bitterness and strife?
From the friend thou lovest best,
Let the memory of it pass away
Forever from thy breast.
Why should we stop to gather
Ills on the shore of life,
When the sail is set to bear us on,
From bitterness and strife?
Though words severe and pointed
Upon thine ear yet dwell,
Remember that we cannot see
The motives that impel:
There are shadows in the wild wood,
And shadows on the wall,
And shadows in the human heart,
Far darker than them all.
Upon thine ear yet dwell,
Remember that we cannot see
The motives that impel:
There are shadows in the wild wood,
And shadows on the wall,
And shadows in the human heart,
Far darker than them all.
There are ills that haunt us ever,
E'en in life's early morn,
That circle wider every day,
And leave us more forlorn.
Yet look thou ever upward,
With a faithful heart and true,
And the good angel at the helm
Will guide thee safely through.
E'en in life's early morn,
That circle wider every day,
And leave us more forlorn.
Yet look thou ever upward,
With a faithful heart and true,
And the good angel at the helm
Will guide thee safely through.