Since Father Time stands still, and heaven is here,...

Since Father Time stands still, and heaven is here,And all eternity is ours by gift,Should we not learn from God — yes, know, indeed,That every cloud contains a friendly rift?Thy precepts ripen into love; thy friendsAre legion, and the radiant morning sunDissolves the seeming mists of yesternight.Thy foes stand not against thee — no, not one!

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