She comfort scorneth!

For, gone forever is all she prized

Which mother's heart could have idolized.

[Pg 43]

But, God is love—so, with hope, look thither,

Ye hearts despondent, and take relief!

The grain, you laid in the ground to wither,

Shall rise to harvests of golden sheaf.

O! what was born

For your hearts to cherish—

And left forlorn

In the grave to perish,

It is not gone; though it is not there—

The One Eternal of it takes care.

[Pg 44]

In Him there liveth all life; He proveth

All force, and kindleth so clear all light.

His love embraceth, too, what He moveth

To other homes in His house, so bright.

Let fogs not blind thee,

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