Nugae Modernae Morning thoughts, and midnight musings: consisting of casual reflections, egotisms, &c. In prose and verse. By Thomas Park |
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SPIRITUAL ASPIRATION. |
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SPIRITUAL ASPIRATION.
Ah, Lord! it were a blessed thing,
To Thee if I could flee for rest,
And fold at night my weary wing,
As a bird settles in its nest.
To Thee if I could flee for rest,
And fold at night my weary wing,
As a bird settles in its nest.
It were a blessed thing indeed,
To be releas'd from human care,
From every captive passion freed,
And rescued from the fowler's snare.
To be releas'd from human care,
From every captive passion freed,
And rescued from the fowler's snare.
If it be not too much to want,
This blessing, Lord, vouchsafe to me!
If it be not too much to grant,
Oh, grant it all my family!
This blessing, Lord, vouchsafe to me!
If it be not too much to grant,
Oh, grant it all my family!
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