![]() Just God, forgive! |
![]() I call thee: I myself commend Unto thy guidance from this hour; Oh, let my weakness have an end! |
![]() The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers. |
![]() Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares! |
![]() In working out a pure intent. |
![]() Or surely you'll grow double. . . . |
![]() That with distinct pre-eminence retain A renovating virtue, whence . . . our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired. |
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![]() From sunshine to the sunless land! |
![]() That lives who hath not known his god-like hours. |
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![]() The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. |
![]() A foolish strife; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. |
![]() We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. |
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