Freston
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A MAGDALEN'S PRAYER
I am so tired to-night, dear God! so tired!
Hope's star seems lost in sky of darkest night!
My soul goes up to Thee in one great cry,
Help me, O Lord, to find somewhere the light!
Hope's star seems lost in sky of darkest night!
My soul goes up to Thee in one great cry,
Help me, O Lord, to find somewhere the light!
My life is empty, lonely, profitless,
Made up of such poor, tarnished, worthless things,
I try to rise, but what storm-beaten bird
Has ever soared to heights on broken wings?
Made up of such poor, tarnished, worthless things,
I try to rise, but what storm-beaten bird
Has ever soared to heights on broken wings?
I thought fulfilled ambition, fame, the goal
Of earthly strivings, all my strivings prove
All gifts are to a woman's heart and soul
As Sodomy's apples, if she has not love.
Of earthly strivings, all my strivings prove
All gifts are to a woman's heart and soul
As Sodomy's apples, if she has not love.
I want some shelter from the storms of life,
The beauteous garment of an honest name!
The tender glances of protecting eyes,
That 'waken love, and not regret and shame.
The beauteous garment of an honest name!
The tender glances of protecting eyes,
That 'waken love, and not regret and shame.