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Be Still My Soul Be Still

Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong
Think rather,– call to thought, if now you grieve a little
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long

Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born

Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done

Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation–
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?

Artista: A E Housman



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