Gently, gently, beating heart!
Love not earthly things too well!
Those who love too soon may part,
Sorrow’s waves too quickly swell.
Softly, softly, boding fear!
Tell me not of fleeting bliss—
Ever would I linger here
With a joy so pure as this.
Shame thee, shame thee, earthly love!
Chain not thus my spirit here!
Earth must change, and joy must prove
Sure forerunner of despair.
Cheer thee! cheer thee, child of God!
Trust in Heaven, and all is well,
Come the smile, or fall the rod,
Cheer thee! cheer thee, all is well!
M. S. B. D.
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