Alas! In what grim and groundless pit
does the troubled mind labor?
When the strong storms of worldly affairs
beat upon it. When its own light
abandons it, struggling and alone.
And, amid the woes thronging in the darkness
of this world, it forgets, perturbed by sorrows,
these eternal joys. Such has occurred now
to this mind, now that it knows nothing more
of the good of God except mourning,
estranged from the world.
Such a man needs comfort.
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