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"I will arise and go to my father."
"Up! plume thy wing, soar far away!
No longer idly roam!
Fly to the realms of endless day;
For this is not thy home."
No longer idly roam!
Fly to the realms of endless day;
For this is not thy home."
This still, small voice, O may I hear!
Ere conscience wakes within,
And whispers in my startled ear
The certain doom of sin.
Ere conscience wakes within,
And whispers in my startled ear
The certain doom of sin.
Father! to thee my spirit cries!
Thy wandering child reclaim:
Speak! and my dying faith shall rise,
And wake a deathless flame.
Thy wandering child reclaim:
Speak! and my dying faith shall rise,
And wake a deathless flame.
