"Thoughts in Loneliness"
Lying upon my pillow, heavy-hearted
For the much ill I'd done and little good?
For the much ill I'd done and little good?
Shall hopeless prayers be hushed in their up-springing?
Shall I in dumb despair upon my death-bed lie?
Or to deaf Nature's might shall I be flinging
A cry that fades away without reply?
Shall I in dumb despair upon my death-bed lie?
Or to deaf Nature's might shall I be flinging
A cry that fades away without reply?
No, but I will pray, lest my spirit harden,
Silent but heart-warm prayers to those of my own clay,
That they forgive my sins as theirs I pardon.
Unto my living fellow-men I'll pray.
Silent but heart-warm prayers to those of my own clay,
That they forgive my sins as theirs I pardon.
Unto my living fellow-men I'll pray.
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