Against thee thine, unhappy suicide!
Are all our pious nights and peaceful days,
Our evening readings and our morning praise,
Our spirits' comfort in the trials sent,
Our hearts' rejoicings in the blessings lent,
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All that o'er grief a cheering influence shed—
Are these for ever and for ever fled?
"When in the years gone by, the trying years,
When faith and hope had strife with wants and fears,