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"Sure it is much, this
delegated power
To be consoler of man's heaviest hour!
The guardian angel of a life of care,
Allowed to stand 'twixt him and his despair!
Such service may be made a holy task;
And more, 'twere vain to hope, and rash to ask.
Therefore, oh! loved and lovely, be content,
And take thy lot, with joy and sorrow blent.
Judge none; yet let thy share of conduct be,
As knowing judgment shall be passed on thee
Here and hereafter; so, still undismayed,
And guarded by thy sweet thoughts' tranquil shade,
Undazzled by the changeful rays which threw
Their light across thy path while life was new,
Thou shalt move sober on, - expecting less,
Therefore the more enjoying, happiness."
There was a pause; then, with a tremulous smile,
The maiden turned and pressed her mother's hand. -
"Shall I not bear what thou hast borne e'erwhile?
Shall I, rebellious, Heaven's high will withstand?
No! cheerly on, my wandering path I'll take,
Nor fear the destiny I did not make:
Though earthly joy grow dim - though Pleasure waneth -
This thou hast taught thy child, that GOD remaineth!"
And from her mother's fond protecting side
She went into the world, a youthful bride.
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