Convinced by Sorrow

"There is no God," the foolish saith,
But none, "There is no sorrow."
And nature oft the cry of faith,
In bitter need will borrow:
Eyes which the preacher could not school,
By wayside graves are raised,
And lips say "God be pitiful,"
Who ne'er said, "God be praised."
Be pitiful, O God!
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