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TWILIGHT
O Shepherd, let me go!
Under the evening stars;
Within my breast there swells
Music in lines and bars;
I hear a song that calls,
A song of heaven and Thee,
Its words are echoes blown
From where the winds sweep free;
Oh, let me out one hour,
One hour of liberty,
And I will bring Thee back my song,
And sing my song to Thee;—
My song of heaven and Thee.
Let me go!
Under the evening stars;
Within my breast there swells
Music in lines and bars;
I hear a song that calls,
A song of heaven and Thee,
Its words are echoes blown
From where the winds sweep free;
Oh, let me out one hour,
One hour of liberty,
And I will bring Thee back my song,
And sing my song to Thee;—
My song of heaven and Thee.
Let me go!
I will not let thee go!
Here art thou closely pent;
With thee is My desire
To seal My testament;
With Body and Blood I keep
With thee a solemn tryst;
A Song of songs shall be,
A holy Eucharist.
I will not let thee go!
Here art thou closely pent;
With thee is My desire
To seal My testament;
With Body and Blood I keep
With thee a solemn tryst;
A Song of songs shall be,
A holy Eucharist.
I will not let thee go!
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