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Each loss has its compensation Never soars so high again.
— Compensation
Each loss has its compensation Never soars so high again.
Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days.
As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form,Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
'Tis always morning somewhere in the world.
Give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness.
O weary hearts! O slumbering eyes!Ye shall be loved again.
'Tis always morning somewhere.
Merciful Father, I will not complain.I know that the sunshine shall follow the rain.
Long pains are light ones,Cruel ones are brief!
The burden is equal to the horse's strength.
That not a moth with vain desireOr but subserves another's gain.
And light is mingled with the gloom, In sweet relief.
