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POEMS.
From each soul's inner chamber
Comes forth the ceaseless cry—
But give us sympathy, we live,
Withhold it, and we die.
Comes forth the ceaseless cry—
But give us sympathy, we live,
Withhold it, and we die.
'Tis like the gentle dew and sun
On tender grass and flower;
Like hope to the despairing one
In sorrow's darkest hour;
An anchor to the mariner
Upon life's stormy sea;
A star, whose light will brighter shine
Throughout eternity.
On tender grass and flower;
Like hope to the despairing one
In sorrow's darkest hour;
An anchor to the mariner
Upon life's stormy sea;
A star, whose light will brighter shine
Throughout eternity.
Thrice happy they who heed the call,
And yield the boon thus sought;
'Tis in this way that we obey
The holy precept taught.
And bearing others' burdens,
We lighter make our own—
Earth will be more like heaven
When this is better known.
And yield the boon thus sought;
'Tis in this way that we obey
The holy precept taught.
And bearing others' burdens,
We lighter make our own—
Earth will be more like heaven
When this is better known.
