Ballads, Lyrics and Hymns

Ballads, Lyrics and Hymns

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Ballads, Lyrics and Hymns

Ballads, Lyrics and Hymns

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O EVER true and comfortable mate,

For whom my love outwore the fleeting red

Of my young cheeks, nor did one jot abate,

I pray thee now, as by a dying bed,

Wait yet a little longer! Hear me tell

How much my will transcends my feeble powers:

As one with blind eyes feeling out in flowers

Their tender hues, or, with no skill to spell

His poor, poor name, but only makes his mark,

And guesses at the sunshine in the dark,

So I have been. A sense of things divine

Lying broad above the little things I knew,

The while I made my poems for a sign

Of the great melodies I felt were true.

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