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"My life is drear; walking I labour sore; / The heart in me is heavy as a stone; / And of my sorrows this the icy core: / Life is so wide, and I am all alone!"
Thou did'st walk so, with heaven-born eyes down bent / Upon the earth's gold-rosy, radiant clay, / That thou had'st seen no star in all God's tent / Had not thy tears made pools first on the way.
Ah, little knowest thou the tender care / In a love-plenteous cloak around thee thrown!
Full many a dim-seen, saving mountain-stair / Toiling thou climb'st -- but not one step alone!
Lift but thy languid head and see thy guide; / Let thy steps go in his, nor choose thine own; / Then soon wilt thou, thine eyes with wonder wide, / Cry, _Now I know I never was alone_!