Poems (Edwards)/The Balm of Disappointment

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THE BALM OF DISAPPOINTMENT.
There is no sunshine without shade,
 No morning without night,
And darkness adds a brighter beam
 Of radiance to the light;
The sweetest rose conceals a thorn
 Beneath its petals fair,
And if our paths were void of thorns
 No flowers would blossom there.

There is a joy for every grief,
 A balm for every woe,
A cordial for each wounded heart
 That suffers here below;
A better resting place than this
 To faithful spirits given,
Release from all the toils of earth
 And lasting peace in Heaven.

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