  Some day the misty shadow That covers your heaven of blue, Will melted be, and you will see The rainbow gleaming through. The tears you've shed in silence For love that was wasted here— Be still, O soul! They'll find their goal, Afterwhile, somewhere. Though deeds of tend'rest kindness Oft bitter reproaches bring, As the drowning bee that you'd set free Repays you with a sting. The pain you bear in silence, For confidence wasted here Will blossoms yield in a sun-kissed field, Afterwhile, somewhere. Though years of honest labor Success has never crowned, No fruit they brought, though nobly wrought, Dire Fate has always frowned. The seed you've sown with patience, The labor you've wasted here, Again will bloom in the harvest-home, Afterwhile, somewhere. |
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