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I HAVE MOURNED UNTO YOU
We have hushed all our sins away
To catch Thy breath as Thou dost pray.
How Thou dost mourn to us! What sound
Comes up to us as from the ground!
To catch Thy breath as Thou dost pray.
How Thou dost mourn to us! What sound
Comes up to us as from the ground!
A voice it is of mysteries,
A cry as from deep-bruisèd trees;
And love, as when a hart doth pant,
And all the water-brooks are scant.
A cry as from deep-bruisèd trees;
And love, as when a hart doth pant,
And all the water-brooks are scant.
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