Chasing Woe Away

Unbidden, sorrows do fall,
On us, the heavens below;
But like clouds that darken, recall,
he sun again will glow.

If woes try to eat away their fill,
So thy peace of mind be gnawn
God beseech, for sinew of will,
To say to woe.."Go, be gone"

Go, that we may see the dawn.

                                       óJohn Riedell

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