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The Complaint
It does my heart with deepest sorrow fill,That I no more thy praises can proclaim;
To check the mighty tide of human ill,
And bid thine offspring glorify thy name;
By night and day my failings I lament,
That draw me back from my full stature high;
I cannot be with this cold love content,
But must in Christ with nobler ardor try
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To show Thee, Father, by my borrowed light,
And kindle up, amid the sinking fires,
A sun to fill the darkness of the night;
With rays from thine own glory ever thrown,
That has from age to age on all thy children shone.
Poem No. 305; c. January 1839
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