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But all that I could win proved vain
        And full of pain,
So I grew weary in the fray,
        Fell by the way.

What I have sown, others did reap,
        So I must weep.
O Saviour, speak these words to me,—
        "All's well with thee."
Thy promises I do believe,
        So God receive
This contrite heart, and give me rest
        Upon Thy breast.

For now in tears I've come to Thee
        Without one plea;
No golden grain to Thee I bring,
        No worthy thing;
But at my Saviour's feet, e'en I
        Now prostrate lie.
O Father, take my sin-sick heart
        And heal its smart.

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LITTLE DAISY.

Oh! sweet little Daisy, I'm sighing for you,
With thy fair auburn tresses and eyes of true blue.
Let me go where I will, I can never forget,
The brightest of summers, with no thorn of regret.