LET me take heart! The present scene shall soon be o'er ;
The clustering clouds shall hide the sun at noon no more.
The tears now dropping from mine eyes shall be forgot ;
And joys, undimmed by sin and misery, my lot.

The storm now sweeping through the troubled sky be past ;
The longed-for morning without clouds arise at last.
The hindmost shadow soon shall utterly depart ;
Then let me watch and wait, and hopefully take heart.