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Chasing Woe Away


Lo, sorrow upon our kind doth fall,
While here on earth
,
the heavens below;
When its cloud endarkens the heart, recall,
That the sun comes forth again to
show.

If woe tries to eat away its fill,
So thy peace of mind be gnawn
:
Then
the Lord beseech, for sinew of will,
To say to woe.."Go, be gone"

                                       óJohn Riedell

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