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SERVICE.
Lord, let me live to serve and make a loan
Of life and soul in love to my heart's own.
And what if they should never know
How weary are the ways,
How pitiless the snow,
How desolate the days
Sometimes in reserve.
And what if some esteem above
Me others far less true,
And barter off my wealth of love
For passing comrades new?
I still would serve.
Of life and soul in love to my heart's own.
And what if they should never know
How weary are the ways,
How pitiless the snow,
How desolate the days
Sometimes in reserve.
And what if some esteem above
Me others far less true,
And barter off my wealth of love
For passing comrades new?
I still would serve.
To be permitted once in life
To kiss a little child
And call it mine is worth the strife
In a million battles wild.
To have a woman's holy love,
One friend to half divine
The heart, is heaven from above
Come to this soul of mine.
To kiss a little child
And call it mine is worth the strife
In a million battles wild.
To have a woman's holy love,
One friend to half divine
The heart, is heaven from above
Come to this soul of mine.
And O, dear Lord, I thank Thee for the cup
Of hydromel thou givest me to sup;
Though rue soon pass my lips and fill
My heart with deadly pain,
My soul will rise to thank Thee still
For guerdon and its gain.
And though insentient clay the sward
My form will hold; for life,
For love, sunshine and rain,
My heart above all earthly strife
Soars up through joy and pain
In thanks to Thee, dear Lord.
Of hydromel thou givest me to sup;
Though rue soon pass my lips and fill
My heart with deadly pain,
My soul will rise to thank Thee still
For guerdon and its gain.
And though insentient clay the sward
My form will hold; for life,
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My heart above all earthly strife
Soars up through joy and pain
In thanks to Thee, dear Lord.
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