In every hope there is sorrow,
Such is the way of life.
There is no happiness untouched,
By some searing knife.
You must not look for bliss unmixed,
For you will thirst in vain.
You'll vex all comfort from your soul,
With discontent your only gain.
Instead rest in mercy,
Whether in darkness or in joy,
And in God'd great and gentle love,
Consistent in this world's alloy.
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