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Be not dismayed; for Christ Himself is near
This "doleful way!" Unto His listening ear
Pour out thy broken plaint, and soon, how soon,
The wail of woe will change to joy's sweet tune!
A little while, and then shall pass away
The veil that shrouds His beauty, and the day
Dawn in the cloudless morning ne'er to cease;
For light is sown for thee, and joy and peace
Laid up for those who love the Father's will.
Peace, troubled heart! Hush, murmuring lips! Be still!

THE LOST CHERITH.

"He drank of the brook. And it came to pass after a while, that the brook dried up."—1 Kings xvii. 6, 7.

Thou hast but claimed Thine own; Lord, I surrender
 Thy precious loan, for I would do Thy will;
Let me not doubt Thy love so true and tender,
 Say to my quivering heart-strings, "Peace, be still."

Christ! Priest and King! In yon bright realm of glory
 Thou bear'st a brother's sympathy for woe;
And 'mid the songs of seraphs rise before Thee
 The broken prayers—the sighs I breathe below.

Thou heard'st my cry when sore athirst and weary,
 And on my path in pity cast Thine eyes;