LOVER AND FRIEND.
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But dim my vision is, or Thou dost hide
Thy sacred splendour from my yearning eyes:
Be pitiful, O God, and open wide
To me, bereft, Thy heavenly Paradise.
Thy sacred splendour from my yearning eyes:
Be pitiful, O God, and open wide
To me, bereft, Thy heavenly Paradise.
Give me one glimpse of that sweet, far off rest,—
Then I can bear Earth's solitude again;
My soul, returning from that heavenly quest,
Shall smile, triumphant, at each transient pain.
Then I can bear Earth's solitude again;
My soul, returning from that heavenly quest,
Shall smile, triumphant, at each transient pain.
Nor would I vex my heart with grief or strife,
Though Friend and Lover Thou hast put afar,
If I could see, through my worn tent of Life,
The steadfast shining of Thy morning star.
Though Friend and Lover Thou hast put afar,
If I could see, through my worn tent of Life,
The steadfast shining of Thy morning star.
