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L. M.
The things that are unseen are eternal.
2 Cor. 4:18.
Thy will be done! I will not fear
The fate provided by thy love;
Though clouds and darkness shroud me here,
I know that all is bright above.
2 The stars of heaven are shining on,
Though these frail eyes are dimmed with tears;
The hopes of earth indeed are gone,
But are not ours the immortal years?
3 Father! forgive the heart that clings,
Thus trembling, to the things of time;
And bid my soul, on angel wings,
Ascend into a purer clime.
4 There shall no doubts disturb its trust,
No sorrows dim celestial love;
But these afflictions of the dust,
Like shadows of the night, remove.
5 E’en now, above, there’s radiant day,
While clouds and darkness brood below;
Then, Father, joyful on my way
To drink the bitter cup I go.
Jane Roscoe.