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And some with thankful love are filled,
If but one streak of light, One ray of God's good mercy gild
The darkness of their night.
In palaces are hearts that ask,
In discontent and pride, Why life is such a dreary task,
And all good things denied. And hearts in poorest huts admire
How love has in their aid (Love that not ever seems to tire)
Such rich provision made. |
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