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De Profundis

        I praise thee while my days go on;

        till days go out whiow go on.

        My days go on, my days go on.

        Not to be ended! Ended bliss,

        to mark all brighe day

        thunder on.

        A my days go on, go on.

        Among ures anywhere

        Grief may be joy misuood;

        Smoot stone,

        erly go on?

        A of Days, whose days go on.

        A my days go on, go on.

        ears drop, my days go on.

        Make each day good, is hushed away,

        So, lizard-like, hin her side,

        And tender friends go sighing round,

        ‘to the bone;’

        More s tures whe drone

        tro on t day

        I thee while my days go on.

        For us, —wevers undergone,

        Of bees is sest, and more deep

        iteadfast love, is caught away,

        do? Green anon

        s upon t hrone

        t rolls forhe sun

        Breato moan:

        ‘ love    ever cure this wound ?

        ed days go on.

        And hrown

        And dare not ask an equal boon.

        Fetting he days go on.’

        And tried

        Good s and berries red are Natures

        And life t    end in this!

        -bare, -hungry, very poor,

        And deaf in Natures general tune,

        I sit and knock at Natures door,

        Is t, —none?

        however darkly days go on.

        heir loaded wains?

        Blasp h despair,

        Or rules h him, while days go on?

        Is ripe for suc is for me,

        he Jealous God. ho mourns

        Only the good.

        Some cubit-space, and say ‘Behold,

        on,    on.

        e    struggle nor impugn.

        Only to lift turf unmown

        For mio lean a upon,

        t waff, was one

        Only to loose these pilgrim shoon,

        Gods Voiot Natures! Night and noon

        Cool deadly touco tired feet.

        (too early

        ith hourly love, is dimmed away—

        Down some deep well, and    fall

        itied arms and treasure lost,

        evers lost, it first was won;

        Creep in, poor , be fold,

        t,

        he reigns above, he reigns alone;

        —A Voice reproves me thereupon,

        t,    w is done,

        Behorns,

        And every m h    Good day

        And h hope no longer here,

        to its own,

        I ask less kio be done, —

        to give ao better creatures, —

        Smiling—so I. thY DAYS GO ON.

        I knod cry, —Undone, undone!

        take from my h brown!

        As one alone, o alone,

        A my days go on, go on.

        And, having life in love fone

        ernally go on!

        And listens for tures praise.

        t    show more clear.

        the Day-spring he, whose days go on.

        thee

        ture, the snows be down,

        Fair mists of serap and fall

        Around him, geless amid all,

        the sun,

        he reigns below, he reigns alone,

        A my days go on, go on.

        My days go on, my days go on.

        No bird am I, to sing in June,

        O supreme Love, chief misery,

        I s t none

        I trust thee while my days go on.

        the bird of June:

        babble we of days and days?

        Systems burn out and hrone;

        From gracious Nature have I won

        From off t has grown,

        And fallen too low for special fear,

        By days t painfully go on?

        By skies as blue; and crickets might

        o c

        the sward would qui, overshone

        No mortal grief deserves t .

        And makes all night. O dreams begun,

        I praise thee while my days go on.

        Perhe cup was broken here,

        Rose up for me h life begun,

        My vat days go on, go on.

        the rivers overleap

        tongue wream, could run

        I love thee while my days go on:

        And cold before my summers done,

        Sucy? may I run

        No gleaning in t plains

        Being and suffering (which are one),

        As a child drops his pebble small

        By anguishe sun,

        ttle red ree
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