The Year of Wonders.
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263.
Be thou my Judge, with what unwearied Care
I since have labour'd for my People's good:
To bind the Bruises of a Civil War,
And stop the Issues of their wasting Blood.
Be thou my Judge, with what unwearied Care
I since have labour'd for my People's good:
To bind the Bruises of a Civil War,
And stop the Issues of their wasting Blood.
264.
Thou, who hast taught me to forgive the Ill,
And recompense, as Friends, the Good misled;
If Mercy be a Precept of thy Will,
Return that Mercy on thy Servants head.
Thou, who hast taught me to forgive the Ill,
And recompense, as Friends, the Good misled;
If Mercy be a Precept of thy Will,
Return that Mercy on thy Servants head.
265.
Or, if my heedless Youth has stept astray,
Too soon forgetful of thy gracious hand:
On me alone thy just Displeasure lay,
But take thy Judgments from this mourning Land.
Or, if my heedless Youth has stept astray,
Too soon forgetful of thy gracious hand:
On me alone thy just Displeasure lay,
But take thy Judgments from this mourning Land.
266.
We all have sinn'd, and thou hast laid us low,
As humble Earth from whence at first we came:
Like flying Shades before the Clouds we shew,
And shrink like Parchment in consuming Flame.
We all have sinn'd, and thou hast laid us low,
As humble Earth from whence at first we came:
Like flying Shades before the Clouds we shew,
And shrink like Parchment in consuming Flame.
267. O
