I have a charm to soothe thy grief,
Which ever yields a sweet relief;
I cherish it within my breast;
It there abides—a welcome guest;
It chideth me whene’er I weep,
And lulls my sorrows all to sleep;
It brings bright visions to my heart,
When, one by one, my friends depart;
To all who seek this boon is given,
’Tis—an unwav’ring trust in Heaven.