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SELF-COMMUNION.
Poor helpless thing! what can it do
Life’s stormy cares and toils among;—
How tread this weary desert through
That awes the brave and tires the strong?
Where shall in centre so much trust[1]
Where truth maintains so little sway,
Where seeming fruit is bitter dust,
And kisses oft to death betray?
How oft must sin and falsehood grieve
A heart so ready to believe,
And willing to admire!
Life’s stormy cares and toils among;—
How tread this weary desert through
That awes the brave and tires the strong?
Where shall in centre so much trust[1]
Where truth maintains so little sway,
Where seeming fruit is bitter dust,
And kisses oft to death betray?
How oft must sin and falsehood grieve
A heart so ready to believe,
And willing to admire!
- ↑ Cancelled reading:
What shall it do with all that trust.
