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L. M.



O let my trembling soul be still,

While darkness veils this mortal eye,

And wait Thy wise and holy will,

Though wrapped in fears and mystery:

I cannot, Lord, Thy purpose see;

Yet all is well since ruled by Thee!

When, mounted on Thy clouded car,

Thou send’st Thy darker spirits down,

I can discern Thy light afar,

Thy light sweet beaming through their frown;

And, should I faint a moment, then

I think of Thee, and smile again.

So, trusting in Thy love, I tread

The narrow path of duty on;

What though some cherished joys are fled?

What though some flattering dreams are gone?

Yet purer, nobler joys remain,

And peace is won through conquered pain.

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