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XLVII. LATE IN LIFE
God! thou hast late in life bestowed upon me a treasure
And given me one late sweet illimitable pleasure,—
This maiden's eyes to see.
God, turn them not away,—or how can I behold thee?
God, take her not away. For mists will then enfold thee,
And faith and hope will perish out of me.
And given me one late sweet illimitable pleasure,—
This maiden's eyes to see.
God, turn them not away,—or how can I behold thee?
God, take her not away. For mists will then enfold thee,
And faith and hope will perish out of me.
This treasure cometh late,—and after years of sorrow.
O God of life and love, ward off the awful morrow
When I shall wake and find
Her hand removed from mine, and death's cold fingers grasping
The poet's hand that laughed for tenderest pleasure clasping
The slender fingers now by force untwined.
O God of life and love, ward off the awful morrow
When I shall wake and find
Her hand removed from mine, and death's cold fingers grasping
The poet's hand that laughed for tenderest pleasure clasping
The slender fingers now by force untwined.
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