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THE DIARY
I wander in dark ways
Of hope and strength bereft,
Yet I give my Lord the praise
For the little that is left.
I have set a thorny fence
Betwixt me and the light:
Outside are innocence
And all things free and bright;
Sweet face that smiled on me,
Hands that my path might guide!
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They are all outside, outside.
It is Thy pleasure then
That the heart of flesh should fail?
Thou didst engender men
To be desolate and frail.
Merge into rapturous pain
This dreary, desperate woe,
Break, break, uncertain chain,
Let the tortured spirit go!
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