Perhaps thou, too, hast camped by such sweet waters,
And quenched with joy thy weary parched soul's thirst:
To find, as time goes on, thy streamlet alters,
From what it was at first.
Hearts that have cheered, or soothed, or blest, or strengthened:
Loves that have lavished unreservedly:
Joys, treasured joys--have passed, as time hath lengthened,
Into obscurity.
If then, O soul, the brook thy heart hath cherished
Doth fail thee now--no more thy thirst assuage--
If its once glad refreshing streams have perished,
Let HIM thy heart engage.
He will not fail, nor mock, nor dissapoint thee:
His comfort and care change not with the years:
With oil of joy He surely will anoint thee,
And wipe away thy tears.
--J. Danson Smith
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