Some there are who seem exempted
     From the doom incurred by all:

Some there are who seem exempted
     From the doom incurred by all:
Are they not more sorely tempted?
     Are they not the first to fall?
As a mother’s firm denial
     Checks her infant’s wayward mood,
Wisdom lurks in every trial —
     Grief was sent thee for thy good.

In the scenes of former pleasure,
     Present anguish hast thou felt;
O’er thy fond heart’s dearest treasure,
     As a mourner, hast thou knelt;
In thy hour of deep affliction,
     Let no impious thoughts intrude:
Meekly bow, with this conviction —
     Grief was sent thee for thy good.

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