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<p>A <unclear>scene</unclear> of errors & of pride like this<lb/> | |||
'' | Is full of tinselled misery – <gap/> bless;<lb/> | ||
Then seek & sigh for happiness in vain<lb/> | |||
<del>Yet</del> <add>But</add> who would die – or who be born again<lb/> | |||
Yet, in the gloomiest, & the weariest day<lb/> | |||
The hand of joy oft wipes our tears away –<lb/> | |||
Tho' joy is like a shadow – pain & evil<lb/> | |||
And losses – without number a <gap/><lb/> | |||
The part is but a <del>melancholy thought</del> <add>mournful</add> <gap/><lb/> | |||
The present, <del>misery</del> <add>wretched</add> if no <unclear>pillow</unclear> be<lb/> | |||
If we are lost in death's destroying <unclear>cell</unclear> –<lb/> | |||
Our only hope – All will at last be well<lb/> | |||
That all is well – is man's mistake – <del>in</del> night<lb/> | |||
Even Sages lift me – God alone is right<lb/> | |||
My <del>pain <gap/></del> lowly suffering – my submissive sighs<lb/> | |||
<unclear>Tis</unclear> 'gainst the wiser will of heaven shall rise.</p> | |||
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A scene of errors & of pride like this
Is full of tinselled misery – bless;
Then seek & sigh for happiness in vain
Yet But who would die – or who be born again
Yet, in the gloomiest, & the weariest day
The hand of joy oft wipes our tears away –
Tho' joy is like a shadow – pain & evil
And losses – without number a
The part is but a melancholy thought mournful
The present, misery wretched if no pillow be
If we are lost in death's destroying cell –
Our only hope – All will at last be well
That all is well – is man's mistake – in night
Even Sages lift me – God alone is right
My pain lowly suffering – my submissive sighs
Tis 'gainst the wiser will of heaven shall rise.
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