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Tis better to hope, though clouds hang low, And keep the eyes uplifted, For the sweet blue sky will soon peep through When the ominous clouds are rifted. There was never a night without a day Or an evening without a morning, And the darkest hour, as the proverb goes, Is the hour before the dawning.   
    
 
  
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