 | John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion |  |
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[Though lifes rude floods with sudden roar]
Though lifes rude floods with sudden roar
Drifts me on seas without a shore
While Gods my hope & anchor I
Can find a quiet place to lie
Drifts me on seas without a shore
While Gods my hope & anchor I
Can find a quiet place to lie
Mans heart may ache mans spirit fear
But thou my God when thou art near
I doubted once—I know it now
Thy smiles can cheer the saddest brow
But thou my God when thou art near
I doubted once—I know it now
Thy smiles can cheer the saddest brow
Anoyed by envys bitter gibes
Beset with troubles evil tribes
I called on God he heard the call
& proved a friendship all in all
Beset with troubles evil tribes
I called on God he heard the call
& proved a friendship all in all
| John Clare: The Midsummer Cushion | |