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RESIGNATION.
I stood upon the border-land Of a country bright and fair,While life, in all its sweetness, Seemed fading from me there.
I could not leave my dear ones, A brighter home to gain;Though happy voices called me, My lips were mute with pain.
O why, in thought I questioned, Why must it be like this?So dim the path, in the darkness The way I'll surely miss!
A hand divinely tender Then clasped and held my own.I cried out in my gladness, "Father. I'm not alone!
"O, help me to be strong and brave! E'en though I may not seeMy way through the mists and shadows. I still will trust in Thee."
A little green graveWhere the maples wave, Shadows my heart to-night;And the bitter painComes back again, Till I cannot see the light.