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The Bride
I sought of Thee my promised wife,
She of the golden hair;
But though I toiled with manly strife,
Thou gave me one less fair.
She of the golden hair;
But though I toiled with manly strife,
Thou gave me one less fair.
Again I toiled, and many a day
My hands to labor flew;
But Thou withheld again my pay,
And gave me one less true.
My hands to labor flew;
But Thou withheld again my pay,
And gave me one less true.
And still once more my limbs they plied
Their strength to serve Thee Lord;
But Thou wouldst not, though long I tried,
With her my pains reward.
Their strength to serve Thee Lord;
But Thou wouldst not, though long I tried,
With her my pains reward.
But still for her I loved in youth,
My nerves again are strung;
And I will serve Thee still in truth,
As when my limbs were young.
My nerves again are strung;
And I will serve Thee still in truth,
As when my limbs were young.
And though the snows fall on my head,
And lightless grows my eye;
She of my youth I still may wed,
And dwell with her on high.
And lightless grows my eye;
She of my youth I still may wed,
And dwell with her on high.
Poem No. 272; summer 1839
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