O love Divine, that stooped to share
Our deepest pang, our bitterest tear,
On Thee we cast each earth-born care,
we smile at pain while Thou art near.
Though long the weary way we tread,
And sorrow crown each lingering year
No path we shun, no darkness dread,
Our hear still whispering "Thou art near."
~ Oliver Wendell Holmes
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