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POEMS.
That thou art glad explaineth why
The world around thee smiles, and I
Am happier—when thou art nigh.
The world around thee smiles, and I
Am happier—when thou art nigh.
As boundless as its sympathies
All tenderness thy nature is,
To bear with mine infirmities.
All tenderness thy nature is,
To bear with mine infirmities.
And thou dost find with secret art
Thy way into a weary heart,
And lease of strength anew 'impart.
Thy way into a weary heart,
And lease of strength anew 'impart.
How long—how long wilt thou delay?
Who unawares hast borne away
The melody and joy of day.
Who unawares hast borne away
The melody and joy of day.
O from that far-alluring shore
Come back, I pray thee, and restore
Its gladness unto Life once more!
Come back, I pray thee, and restore
Its gladness unto Life once more!
Cast Down.
"Out of the depths", I cry,
And know Thou nearest me,
Who, from Thy throne on high,
In tender sympathy
Art looking down where I
O'ershadowed, cling to Thee.
And know Thou nearest me,
Who, from Thy throne on high,
In tender sympathy
Art looking down where I
O'ershadowed, cling to Thee.
