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The Prayer
Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels thy gentle dew;
And every blade of grass I see,
From thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
The plant beside me feels thy gentle dew;
And every blade of grass I see,
From thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
Wilt Thou not visit me?
Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;
And every hill and tree
Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;
And every hill and tree
Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
Come, for I need thy love;
More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain,
Come, gently as thy holy dove;
And let me in thy sight rejoice to live again.
More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain,
Come, gently as thy holy dove;
And let me in thy sight rejoice to live again.
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I will not hide from them,
When thy storms come, though fierce may be their wrath;
But bow with leafy stem,
And strengthened follow on thy chosen path.
When thy storms come, though fierce may be their wrath;
But bow with leafy stem,
And strengthened follow on thy chosen path.
Yes, Thou wilt visit me:
Nor plant nor tree thy parent eye delight so well;
As when from sin set free
My spirit loves with thine in peace to dwell.
Nor plant nor tree thy parent eye delight so well;
As when from sin set free
My spirit loves with thine in peace to dwell.
Poem No. 829; summer 1839
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