DISCOURAGEMENT.
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This, this I know; no word of self-excuse
For any fault of mine my tongue could frame;
Nay, more; for very shame I should refuse
The shield, if there could be a shield from blame;
And all the love that human breast can know
Would at Thy feet lay me forever low!
For any fault of mine my tongue could frame;
Nay, more; for very shame I should refuse
The shield, if there could be a shield from blame;
And all the love that human breast can know
Would at Thy feet lay me forever low!
