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NOON
O Conqueror, let me go!
It is the breadth of noon;
The hum of busy men
Is with the bees in tune.
Their wheel of work goes round
Thy purpose to fulfil,
Let me into the world,
Therein to do Thy will;
But half the day is left
My labour to complete,
Then will I bring it home at night,
And lay it at Thy feet;—
My service at Thy feet.
Let me go!
It is the breadth of noon;
The hum of busy men
Is with the bees in tune.
Their wheel of work goes round
Thy purpose to fulfil,
Let me into the world,
Therein to do Thy will;
But half the day is left
My labour to complete,
Then will I bring it home at night,
And lay it at Thy feet;—
My service at Thy feet.
Let me go!
I will not let thee go!
My hands and feet pierced through
With nails behold! and thine
Therewith are fastened too;
The world lies fair and wide
Outspread beneath this Tree,
Yet shall it not divide
One moment Me from thee.
I will not let thee go!
My hands and feet pierced through
With nails behold! and thine
Therewith are fastened too;
The world lies fair and wide
Outspread beneath this Tree,
Yet shall it not divide
One moment Me from thee.
I will not let thee go!
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