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Show Trust. O Love Divine, that stooped to ahare Our sharpest pang, our bitterest tear; On thee we cast euch earth-born tare; We pintle at pain, while thou art near. ThoiiKb long the weary way .we tread, And aorrow crown ench lingering year. No pntli wo uliun. nodarkneH dreud. Our hearts still whispering, thou are neur. When droonltiB pleaure turns to grief, And tiembllng fnlth In changed to fear, The murmuring wind, the quivering leaf, Shall softly tell us thou art neur. On the we Hlng our burdening woe, 0 Love Divine, for ever ilearj Content to surfer while we know, Living or dying, thou are near! Oliver Wendell Holmes. |