O you who gaze with saddened eyes
At vanished, wasted days
May now look up and see the dawn
Reflecting healing rays
Of hope, and joy, and confidence
In Love's design, always.

Think not the past brought only loss—
Nor yours a bitter part—
Look deep and find the recompense;
For wisdom's gentle art
Can transform every vain regret
And satisfy each heart.

Where once a thorn cut its deep hurt
A fir tree grand shall grow;
Where once a brier clung stubbornly
Bright myrtle trees shall strew
Their sweetness of remembered good,
And leave no tangling foe.

The past, with all that seemed so wrong
Shall disappear from view,
And years the locusts had destroyed
Shall be restored to you.
Rejoice! For freedom's day is here,
And all things are made new!

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