  Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul! Be brave to bear, to suffer, to forgive; Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll But love and live. Chill not the heart that trusts thee, though thine eyes With tears are dim, and ev'ry effort pain; A day reveals, perchance, this sad surprise, Eternal gain. Chill not the heart that trusts thee, dark indeed The way may seem, but sacred is the trust Of faith, which while it may not stoop to plead Is ever just. Chill not the heart that trusts thee, cares defeat The true, the good, the noble, who can tell? Truth's eagle glance may yet direct thy feet And all be well. Chill not the heart that trusts thee, O, my soul! Be brave to bear, to suffer—to forgive; Life's tempestuous billows wildly roll |
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