Chasing Woe Away

Lo, sorrow upon our kind doth fall,
While here on earth
the heavens below;
When its cloud endarkens the heart, recall,
That the sun comes forth again to

If woe tries to eat away its fill,
So thy peace of mind be gnawn
the Lord beseech, for sinew of will,
To say to woe.."Go, be gone"

                                       óJohn Riedell

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