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TO ROBERT JOCELYN ALEXANDER.
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Lord! all my sins and negligences past,Whereby, though fain, I am powerless to proclaim
Some great thing, worthy of Thy worthy Name,
Pardon. And be Thy royal purple cast
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Flush this cold white to a red rose of shame.
And whilst Thou pardonest, Thou the very same,
My different sins, O pardon this the last—
This little song-shaft, full of motes that glance;
This little gem, full of the flaw that pales;
This little verse-book, full of verse that fails;
This little music, full of dissonance;
This little wild-rose, full of dust within;
This little sin that is brimfull of sin.
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