Comfort

Though sorrow lifts its somber head,Attempting my heart's joy to kill,Beyond the shade I hear insteadThe sweet assurance, "Peace, be still."

Though evil stalk with arrogance,Undoing good, amidst it, lo!I hear above the circumstanceThe words, "Be still, and know."

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