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HEALING FOR BROKEN HEARTS

—HELEN WATTS McVEY—

Grieving and worn, discouraged,
Sick of the day-long strife,
Bruised by the restless tossing
Over the sea of life;
Hurt by the hands I trusted,
Yearning for rest and home,
Famishing, faint and doubting,
Unto the Book I come.

One of the sweet, old chapters—
Sometimes a verse or two—
Falls on my troubled spirit
Like to a healing dew.
Soothing the fevered pulses,
Comforts the soul’s despair;
Lifts from my path the shadows;
Banishes clouds and care.

“Ye that are heavy-laden,”
Burdened with woe and grief,
“Knock and the door shall open;”
Here you will find relief.
“Let not your hearts be troubled;”
“Only believe and trust:”
Thus do the healing waters
Flow o’er Life’s desert dust.

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— December 1, 1893 —