 | Song in September |  |
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THE SHAME
While Love on him was playing
In bounty from above,
I heard a rich man saying
He had no time for love!
In bounty from above,
I heard a rich man saying
He had no time for love!
Had not this shame been spoken
Too oft by foolish men,
I think God's heart had broken
To hear it uttered then.
Too oft by foolish men,
I think God's heart had broken
To hear it uttered then.
To rise with love at morning,
Go home with love at night,
Is still the best adorning
To keep the bosom bright.
Go home with love at night,
Is still the best adorning
To keep the bosom bright.
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