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[Oh thou of dark forebodings drear]
Oh thou of dark forebodings drear,
Oh thou of such a faithless heart,
Hast thou forgotten what thou art
That thou hast ventured so to fear?
Oh thou of such a faithless heart,
Hast thou forgotten what thou art
That thou hast ventured so to fear?
No weed on ocean's bosom cast,
Borne by its never-resting foam
This way and that, without a home,
Till flung on some bleak shore at last:
Borne by its never-resting foam
This way and that, without a home,
Till flung on some bleak shore at last:
But thou the lotus, which above
Swayed here and there by wind and tide,
Yet still below doth fixed abide,
Fast rooted in the eternal Love.
Swayed here and there by wind and tide,
Yet still below doth fixed abide,
Fast rooted in the eternal Love.
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