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COMFORT

FOR THE DESPONDING.

When sorrow all our heart would ask,
We need not shun our daily task

And hide ourselves for calm;
The herbs we seek to heal our woe,
Familiar by our pathway grow,
Our common air is balm."

KEBLE

"Despair not! In the vale of woe,
Where many joys from suffering flow,
Oft breathes simoom, and close behind
A breath of God doth softly blow;
To thee hath time brought many joys,
And many it has bid to go,

And season'd here with bitterness
Thy cup, that flat it should not grow.
Trust in that veil'd hand, which leads
None by the path that he would go;
And always be for change prepared,
For the world's law is ebb and flow."

DEAN TRENCH

COMFORT

FOR THE DESPONDING;

OR,

WORDS TO SOOTHE AND CHEER

TROUBLED HEARTS.

EDINBURGH:
WILLIAM P. NIMM O.
1864.

101. g. 79.