"Each new morn, New widows howl, new orphans cry, new sorrows Strike heaven on the face, that it resounds As if it felt w..."
"As the Christian's sorrows multiply, his patience grows, until, with sweet, unruffled quiet, he can confront the ills of..."
"What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it..."
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