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On the Eternal Years. 
BY REV. F. W. FABER. 
How shalt thou bear the cross that now 
So dread a weight appears? 
Keep quietly to God and think 
On the eternal years. 
Austerity is little help. 
Although it sometimes cheers, 
Thine oil of gladness is the thought 
Of the eternal years. 
Set hours and written rules are good, 
Long prayer can lay our fears; 
But it is better calm for thee 
To count the eternal years. 
Bites are as balm unto the eyes, 
God’s word unto the ears. 
But He will have thee rather brood 
Upon the eternal years. 
Full many things are good for souls, 
In proper times and spheres: 
Thy present good is in the thought 
Of the eternal years. 
Thy self-upbraiding is a snare, 
Though meekness it appears; 
More humble it is far for thee', 
To face the eternal years. 
Brave quiet is the thing for thee, 
Chiding thy scrupulous fears, 
Learn to he real from the thought 
Of the eternal years. 
Bear gently, suffer like a child, 
Nor be ashamed of tears; 
Kiss the sweet cross, and in thy heart 
Sing of the eternal years. 
