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heaven is over all.
And sometimes in the desert bare,
Grief's bitter tears must fall;
But bear in mind, my boy, e'en there,
That Heaven is over all!
Grief's bitter tears must fall;
But bear in mind, my boy, e'en there,
That Heaven is over all!
And sometimes over flinty rocks
Your tender feet must stray;
And sometimes in a tangled wood
You'll almost lose your way;
Your tender feet must stray;
And sometimes in a tangled wood
You'll almost lose your way;
And oft you'll sigh for Childhood's home,
When gloomy scenes appal,—
Oh! bear in mind, where'er you roam,
That Heaven is over all!
When gloomy scenes appal,—
Oh! bear in mind, where'er you roam,
That Heaven is over all!
Be sure a sunbeam, thro' that wood,
Will light you on your way;
Be sure, within that solitude,
Some living fount will play.
Will light you on your way;
Be sure, within that solitude,
Some living fount will play.
And tho' the flinty rock should fret
Full long your weary feet,
There's moss upon its bosom yet,
Will make a pillow sweet:
Full long your weary feet,
There's moss upon its bosom yet,
Will make a pillow sweet:
