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Prayer To My Lord

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If ever Thou didst love me, love me now,     When round me beat the flattering vans of life,     Kissing with rapid breath my lifted brow.     Love me, if ever, when the murmur of strife,     In each dark byway of my being creeps,     When pity and pride, passion and passion's loss     Wash wavelike round the world's eternal cross,     Till 'mid my fears a new-born love indignant leaps.     If ever Thou canst love me, love me yet,     When sweet, impetuous loves within me stir     And the frail portals of my spirit fret--     The love of love, that makes Heaven heavenlier,     The love of earth, of birds, children and light,     Love of this bitter, lovely native land....     O, love me when sick with all these I stand     And Death's far-rumoured wings beat on the lonely night.

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