VOTIVE OFFERING
Poor my candle is and small;
Yet Thou know'st the thoughts of all;
How my candle saith my prayer
When my feet go otherwhere.
Yet Thou know'st the thoughts of all;
How my candle saith my prayer
When my feet go otherwhere.
How one thought I leave behind,
Though my thoughts are hard to bind;
Though I go away, forget,
Thou one hour o'erlookest it.
Though my thoughts are hard to bind;
Though I go away, forget,
Thou one hour o'erlookest it.
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