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“ Doth God exact day - labor , light denied ? ” I fondly ask . But Patience , to prevent That murmur , soon replies , “ God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts . Who best Bear His mild yoke , they serve Him best .
“ Doth God exact day - labor , light denied ? ” I fondly ask . But Patience , to prevent That murmur , soon replies , “ God doth not need Either man's work or his own gifts . Who best Bear His mild yoke , they serve Him best .
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365 370 42 He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music , from the moan Of thunder , to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light , from herb and stone ...
365 370 42 He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music , from the moan Of thunder , to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light , from herb and stone ...
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5 Light the first light of evening , as in a room In which we rest and , for small reason , think The world imagined is the ultimate good . This is , therefore , the intensest rendezvous . It is in that thought that we collect ourselves ...
5 Light the first light of evening , as in a room In which we rest and , for small reason , think The world imagined is the ultimate good . This is , therefore , the intensest rendezvous . It is in that thought that we collect ourselves ...
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PART | 3 |
Sir Patrick Spens | 40 |
The Bitter Withy | 46 |
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