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ASHAMED
When the clock of my heart runs down, refusingTo tick in a case too old for using,
If I live new life, and, for good behaviour,
Am allowed to speak to my Lord and Saviour,
I shall beg His pardon with humble boldness
For the folly of love-resisting coldness
And the shame of a tongue that, loose and careless,
Pattered a prayer, which was almost prayerless.
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