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[No II. And must I call these Passions mine]
And must I call these Passions mine
That feel so faintly Charms divine?
And must I own this useless Soul,
To Thee so languid, cold and dull?
I would, my God, call nothing mine
But what is wholly, solely Thine.
That feel so faintly Charms divine?
And must I own this useless Soul,
To Thee so languid, cold and dull?
I would, my God, call nothing mine
But what is wholly, solely Thine.
| Collected poems of Samuel Davies : 1723-1761 | |