Others can doubt, if all that Christian care

Has not its price—there's something he may share.

But this, and ill severer, he sustains,

As gold the fire, and as unhurt remains;

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When most reviled, although he feels the smart,

It wakes to nobler deeds the wounded heart,

As the rich olive, beaten for its fruit,

Puts forth at every bruise a bearing shoot.

A second friend we have, whose care and zeal