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Relief
Oh give me of thy waters pure and clearFor my soul pants beneath this sultry hour
There is no spring nor running river near
That can assuage the burning fever's power
Oh grant me of thy spirit now to taste
Such as it was to me when I obeyed
Then may I walk amid this scorching waste
Nor sink its waters has my thirst allayed
I rise and now can run I now can bear
The heaviest burthen Thou mayst on me place
Oh give but of thy rich grace to share
And I no more will wet with tears my face
Nor mourn that hope hast left me but press on
Though mountains rise thy will shall still be done
Poem No. 381; fall 1838–summer 1839
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