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    244 pres d'un berceatt. *

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    XXXIX.—PBES D'UjST BEKCEAU. «

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    « Comme un pecheur quand l'aube est pres...

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    » .¦ " Non U Lar/Nar, Ma Sqfpri, E Taci....

    In silence suffer , knowing well A heavier grief thy Lord befell :

    A woe more terrible to tell . And what were life bereft of pain ?

    A waveless , changeless , tranquil niain- _^ - Thou soon wouldst seek the storm again . Better to stem the raging deep ,

    Better thy ceaseless vigil keep , Than sink in calm , ignoble sleep . Thy pain Is sharp ; at ev ' ry turn

    Thou must some bitter lesson learn , See hope go forth and not return . Youth spurns the pain , and speaks of bliss ,

    Hails Pleasure with a greeting kiss ; Brooks not to hear of aught amiss . Yet youth . is learning all the while

    Life ' s bitter meanings to beguile , By hiding sorrow with a smile . But still it stays ; it will not go ;

    Thou must its presence feel and know Then bear thy discipline of woe . _CJomplain not thou ; in silence bear

    The cross that He has bid thee wear , Whose burden all the living share . Thy whispered murmur will be praise ,

    Thy voice will Alleluias raise , When God shall justify His ways .

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    244 Pres D'Un Berceatt. *

    244 pres _d'un berceatt . *

    Xxxix.—Pbes D'Ujst Bekceau. «

    XXXIX . —PBES _D'UjST BEKCEAU . «

    « Comme Un Pecheur Quand L'Aube Est Pres...

    « Comme un pecheur quand l ' aube est pres d'eclore _. Court epier le reveil de l ' aurore ,

    Pour lire aii ciel l ' espoir _cTun jour serein , Ta mere , enfant , reve a , ton beau destin ; Ange des cieux , que seras-tu sur terre ,

    Homme de paix , ou bien homme de guerre Pr _& tre it l ' autel , beau cavalier au bal , Brillant poete , orateur , _general ?

    En attendant , sur mes genoux , Ange , aux yeux doux ,

    Endormez-vous !

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), June 1, 1861, page 244, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01061861/page/28/