Poems on Several Occasions With Anne Boleyn to King Henry VIII. An Epistle. By Mrs. Elizabeth Tollet. The Second Edition |
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HYMN from Psalm
CXIX. Ver. 54.
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HYMN from Psalm CXIX. Ver. 54.
Thy Statutes have been my Songs in the House of a Pilgrimage.
While on the melancholy Way,
That Journey of a Winter's Day,
Of human Life, I pass along,
Wherever, as my wand'ring Guest,
I bend my weary Head to Rest,
Thy Laws, O Lord! have been my Song.
Tho' all the horrid Shapes of Fear,
Of Danger and of Death are near,
Yet I perceive thee at my Side:
Tho' Shades of genuine Night profound
Enwrap my wretched Head around,
Thy Hand alone shall be my Guide,
Tho' here the Snares of faithless Foes,
There Torrents of involving Woes,
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Tho' Tempests gather in the Sky,
And wing'd with Fate tho' Arrows fly,
Thy Presence shall my Tears expel.
Tho' from the dreadful Storm to fly,
No Cave, nor Hermitage is nigh;
Where I in Safety may retire:
Yet, while I wander thro' the Gloom
Of all my Pilgrimage to come,
Thy Statutes shall my Voice inspire.
My weary Steps forever tend
Incertain, to a certain End;
The Space is Short, the Toil is long:
And, tho' my Voice is faint and weak,
Yet shall my Soul in Silence speak
Of thee; the Subject of my Song.
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