SPEAK loo me, my Saviour, lo

        From out t and low

        Lest I shee so

        not missed by any t e.

        Speak to mo as to Mary at t !

        And if no precious gums my ow,

        Let my tears drop like amber while I go

        In reac voiplete

        In    affe -- th,

        to lose the sense of losing. As a child,

        he wood for evermore

        Is sung to in its stead by moth

        till, sinking on , love-reciled,

        er t    before.
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