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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.

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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, But trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face. His purposes will ripen fast, Unfolding every hour;
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The darkest day, if you live till tomorrow, will have passed away.
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Ye fearful saints fresh courage take, The clouds you so much dread Are big with mercy and shall break, With blessings on your head
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Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.
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We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.
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Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn
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A life of ease is a difficult pursuit.
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Absence of occupation is not rest.
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Time, as he passes us, has a dove’s wing, Unsoil’d, and swift, and of a silken sound.
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The cares of today are seldom those of tomorrow, and when we lie down at night we may safely say to most of our troubles, “Ye have done your worst, and we shall see you no more.”
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There is a pleasure in poetic pains / Which only poets know.
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There is in souls a sympathy with sounds.
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Tis liberty alone that gives the flower Of fleeting life its lustre and perfume; And we are weeds without it.
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Pride made the devil, and the devil made sin; So God made a cole-pit to put the devil in.
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Built God a church and laughed His word to scorn.
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Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, but trust Him for His grace; Behind a frowning providence He hides a smiling face.
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