  Be still my soul, be still; Fret not thyself with cares of life, With worldly vanity and strife, Which bring but ill. Withdraw thyself and be alone, Alone in holy solitude, Then shalt thou know the highest good, And for thy sins atone. Then shalt thou know the harmony Of sweet celestial strains, Whose soothing notes allay the pains Brought on by human misery. This world is void of peace,— ’Tis nowhere found, except within, When from the earthly gain to win, Thou deignest cease. |
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