The he who cheers in trouble all the rest
May now and then have troubles of his own.
Alas! God knows, he has his foe to fight,
His closet-atomy, severe and grim;
All others claim his comfort as of right,
But, hapless parson! who shall comfort him?
A friend he has to whom he may repair
(Beside that One who carries all our grief),
And when his load is more than he can bear
He seeks his comforter, and finds relief.