" Woman , why weepest thou?" "Why weep not whilst my darkness hath no star, And I from love and joy am so afar In maze of misery? Tell me, I pray, Why weep not when so burdened all the day, Whilst fear and anguish seem on me outpoured, And, tho' I yearn, I cannot see my Lord?" "Woman, awake! 'tis not indifference That saith, 'Why sorrow,' to thy suff'ring sense; Thy Saviour knows 'tis but a mortal dream. E'en tho' thou dreamest, good is still supreme; Love still is loving; all God hath is thine.
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