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HERE IN THIS ROOM.
Here in this room from day to day,
I lie amid the shadows grey,
And weary often, faint and ill,
While time glides slowly as a rill
Grown slender in the month of May.
I lie amid the shadows grey,
And weary often, faint and ill,
While time glides slowly as a rill
Grown slender in the month of May.
Scarce know I what to wish or say,
Sickness or health, for which to pray;
Sweet either, so it be His will,
Here in this room.
Sickness or health, for which to pray;
Sweet either, so it be His will,
Here in this room.
A tear sometimes I dash away,
As hear I children at their play,
And long to join them on the hill,
Or pluck with them the daffodil,
Yet well content, O God, to stay
Here in this room.
As hear I children at their play,
And long to join them on the hill,
Or pluck with them the daffodil,
Yet well content, O God, to stay
Here in this room.
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