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Submission
I reach my hands to thee,
Stoop, take my hands in thine;
Lead me where I would be,
Mother divine!
I do not even know
The way I want to go,
The way that leads to rest;
But thou who knowest me,
Lead where I fain would be—
Thou knowest best,
Stoop, take my hands in thine;
Lead me where I would be,
Mother divine!
I do not even know
The way I want to go,
The way that leads to rest;
But thou who knowest me,
Lead where I fain would be—
Thou knowest best,
Toys, worthless yet desired,
Lured me afar to roam;
Mother, I am so tired—
I am come home.
The love I once held cheap
Shews now so dear, so deep,
So almost understood:
The night is dark and wild . . . .
I am thy little child,
I will be good!
Lured me afar to roam;
Mother, I am so tired—
I am come home.
The love I once held cheap
Shews now so dear, so deep,
So almost understood:
The night is dark and wild . . . .
I am thy little child,
I will be good!
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