Comfort

Art thou alone, and does thy soul complain
    It lives in vain?
Not vainly does he live who can endure
    Oh be thou sure,
That he who hopes and suffers here, can earn
    A sure return.

Hast thou found nought within thy troubled life
    Save inward strife?
Hast thou found all she promised thee, Deceit,
    And Hope a cheat?
Endure, and there shall dawn within thy breast
    Eternal rest!

—Adelaide Anne Procter, Legends and Lyrics.