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POEMS.
But calm-browed Trust—meek angel, stands
With upturned gaze, and folded hands;
In sorrow's night she soothes the breast
With visions fair of heaven and rest;
Pure, loving thoughts, celestial flowers,
She brings to cheer Doubt's saddest hours.
With upturned gaze, and folded hands;
In sorrow's night she soothes the breast
With visions fair of heaven and rest;
Pure, loving thoughts, celestial flowers,
She brings to cheer Doubt's saddest hours.
Shall foe or friend
Thy path attend?
To each, to all, the choice is given;
Decide with care,
Of Doubt beware—
The foe, Distrust, ne'er enters heaven.
Thy path attend?
To each, to all, the choice is given;
Decide with care,
Of Doubt beware—
The foe, Distrust, ne'er enters heaven.
