第89章 COMFORT

Hast thou o'er the clear heaven of thy soul Seen tempests roll?

Hast thou watched all the hopes thou wouldst have won Fade,one by one?

Wait till the clouds are past,then raise thine eyes To bitter skies.

Hast thou gone sadly through a dreary night,And found no light,No guide,no star,to cheer thee through the plain -No friend,save pain?

Wait,and thy soul shall see,when most forlorn,Rise a new morn.

Hast thou beneath another's stern control Bent thy sad soul,And wasted sacred hopes and precious tears?

Yet calm thy fears,For thou canst gain,even from the bitterest part,A stronger heart.

Has Fate overwhelmed thee with some sudden blow?

Let thy tears flow;

But know when storms are past,the heavens appear More pure,more clear;And hope,when farthest from their shining rays,For brighter days.

Hast thou found life a cheat,and worn in vain Its iron chain?

Has thy soul bent beneath earth's heavy bond?

Look thou beyond;

If life is bitter--THERE for ever shine Hopes more divine.

Art thou alone,and does thy soul complain It lives in vain?

Not vainly does he live who can endure Oh be thou sure,That he who hopes and suffers here,can earn A sure return.

Hast thou found nought within thy troubled life Save inward strife?

Hast thou found all she promised thee,Deceit,And Hope a cheat?

Endure,and there shall dawn within thy breast Eternal rest!