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But hark! a voice their sorrows stayed:
"It is I, be not afraid!"
Though ships are tossing on the seas
Though winds are running wild and high,
Though fishermen on Galilee
Are fearful when the storm is nigh
0 deep His meaning ! more than said:
"It is I, be not afraid!"
MAN.
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THE history of the human race
Is but a tragedy of tears!
Man's life's a passing breath, I trace,
Where always jostle hopes and fears.
As barque tossed by the stormy sea,
High on the foam-capped wave is hung,
One moment more, and lost 't will be,
Engulfed for aye__by all unsung!
So man each hour stands on death's brink,
Unto himself a mystery!
An instant stands, then down doth sink,
Lost in oblivion's somber sea.
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