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| Like a crane or a swallow, so did I chatter: I did mourn as a dove: mine eyes fail with looking upward: O Lord, I am oppressed; undertake for me. What shall I say? He hath both spoken unto me, and Himself hath done it. (Isa. 38:14‑15) |
| Then, still! Oh, still! for the Father knows What you know not, The need and the thorn and the shadow Linked with the fairest lot; Knows the wisest exemption From many an unseen snare, Knows what will keep you nearest, Knows what you could not bear. |
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