The sundial marks only hours that shine,
The clouds make no shadow upon its face,
The night can never draw a single line,
Nor can the raging storm leave a trace.
Though trials and strains afflict a happy soul,
And make it stronger, as the work of God,
The worst can’t bend or bow the illumined goal
To live the heavenly joy by sorrow unflawed.
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