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O God my God have mercy now	A
I faint I fall Men say that Thou	A
Didst die for me for such as me	B
Patient of ill and death and scorn	C
And that my sin was as a thorn	C
Among the thorns that girt Thy brow	A
Wounding Thy soul That even now	A
In this extremest misery	B
Of ignorance I should require	D
A sign and if a bolt of fire	D
Would rive the slumbrous summer noon	E
While I do pray to Thee alone	F
Think my belief would stronger grow	G
Is not my human pride brought low	G
The boastings of my spirit still	H
The joy I had in my free will	H
All cold and dead and corpse like grown	F
And what is left to me but Thou	A
And faith in Thee Men pass me by	I
Christians with happy countenances	J
And children all seem full of Thee	B
And women smile with saint like glances	J
Like Thine own mother's when she bow'd	K
Above Thee on that happy morn	C
When angels spake to men aloud	K
And Thou and peace to earth were born	C
Good will to me as well as all	L
I one of them my brothers they	M
Brothers in Christ a world of peace	N
And confidence day after day	M
And trusts and hope till things should cease	N
And then one Heaven receive us all	L
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How sweet to have a common faith	O
To hold a common scorn of death	P
And at a burial to hear	Q
The creaking cords which wound and eat	R
Into my human heart whene'er	Q
Earth goes to earth with grief not fear	Q
With hopeful grief were passing sweet	R
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Thrice happy state again to be	B
The trustful infant on the knee	B
Who lets his rosy fingers play	M
About his mother's neck and knows	S
Nothing beyond his mother's eyes	T
They comfort him by night and day	M
They light his little life alway	U
He hath no thought of coming woes	S
He hath no care of life or death	P
Scarce outward signs of joy arise	T
Because the Spirit of happiness	V
And perfect rest so inward is	J
And loveth so his innocent heart	W
Her temple and her place of birth	X
Where she would ever wish to dwell	Y
Life of the fountain there beneath	Z
Its salient springs and far apart	W
Hating to wander out on earth	X
Or breathe into the hollow air	Q
Whose chillness would make visible	A2
Her subtil warm and golden breath	P
Which mixing with the infant's blood	B2
Fulfils him with beatitude	B2
O sure it is a special care	Q
Of God to fortify from doubt	B2
To arm in proof and guard about	B2
With triple mailed trust and clear	Q
Delight the infant's dawning year	Q
	-
Would that my gloomed fancy were	Q
As thine my mother when with brows	C2
Propt on thy knees my hands upheld	B2
In thine I listen'd to thy vows	C2
For me outpour'd in holiest prayer	Q
For me unworthy and beheld	B2
Thy mild deep eyes upraised that knew	D2
The beauty and repose of faith	O
And the clear spirit shining thro'	Q
O wherefore do we grow awry	Q
From roots which strike so deep why dare	Q
Paths in the desert Could not I	Q
Bow myself down where thou hast knelt	B2
To the earth until the ice would melt	B2
Here and I feel as thou hast felt	B2
What devil had the heart to scathe	O
Flowers thou hadst rear'd to brush the dew	D2
From thine own lily when thy grave	E2
Was deep my mother in the clay	M
Myself Is it thus Myself Had I	Q
So little love for thee But why	Q
Prevail'd not thy pure prayers Why pray	M
To one who heeds not who can save	E2
But will not Great in faith and strong	F2
Against the grief of circumstance	G2
Wert thou and yet unheard What if	H2
Thou pleadest still and seest me drive	I2
Thro' utter dark a full sail'd skiff	H2
Unpiloted i' the echoing dance	G2
Of reboant whirlwinds stooping low	G
Unto the death not sunk I know	G
At matins and at evensong	F2
That thou if thou wert yet alive	I2
In deep and daily prayers wouldst strive	I2
To reconcile me with thy God	B2
Albeit my hope is gray and cold	B2
At heart thou wouldest murmur still	H
'Bring this lamb back into Thy fold	B2
My Lord if so it be Thy will '	-
Wouldst tell me I must brook the rod	B2
And chastisement of human pride	B2
That pride the sin of devils stood	B2
Betwixt me and the light of God	B2
That hitherto I had defied	B2
And had rejected God that grace	J2
Would drop from His o'er brimming love	K2
As manna on my wilderness	V
If I would pray that God would move	L2
And strike the hard hard rock and thence	M2
Sweet in their utmost bitterness	V
Would issue tears of penitence	V
Which would keep green hope's life Alas	V
I think that pride hath now no place	V
Nor sojourn in me I am void	B2
Dark formless utterly destroyed	B2
	-
Why not believe then Why not yet	B2
Anchor thy frailty there where man	N2
Hath moor'd and rested Ask the sea	V
At midnight when the crisp slope waves	V
After a tempest rib and fret	B2
The broad imbased beach why he	V
Slumbers not like a mountain tarn	N2
Wherefore his ridges are not curls	V
And ripples of an inland mere	Q
Wherefore he moaneth thus nor can	N2
Draw down into his vexed pools	V
All that blue heaven which hues and paves	V
The other I am too forlorn	N2
Too shaken my own weakness fools	V
My judgment and my spirit whirls	V
Moved from beneath with doubt and fear	Q
	-
'Yet ' said I in my morn of youth	O
The unsunn'd freshness of my strength	O
When I went forth in quest of truth	O
'It is man's privilege to doubt	B2
If so be that from doubt at length	O
Truth may stand forth unmoved of change	O2
An image with profulgent brows	V
And perfect limbs as from the storm	P2
Of running fires and fluid range	O2
Of lawless airs at last stood out	B2
This excellence and solid form	P2
Of constant beauty For the ox	V
Feeds in the herb and sleeps or fills	V
The horned valleys all about	B2
And hollows of the fringed hills	V
In summer heats with placid lows	V
Unfearing till his own blood flows	V
About his hoof And in the flocks	V
The lamb rejoiceth in the year	Q
And raceth freely with his fere	Q
And answers to his mother's calls	V
From the flower'd furrow In a time	Q2
Of which he wots not run short pains	V
Thro' his warm heart and then from whence	V
He knows not on his light there falls	V
A shadow and his native slope	R2
Where he was wont to leap and climb	Q2
Floats from his sick and filmed eyes	V
And something in the darkness draws	V
His forehead earthward and he dies	V
Shall man live thus in joy and hope	R2
As a young lamb who cannot dream	S2
Living but that he shall live on	N2
Shall we not look into the laws	V
Of life and death and things that seem	S2
And things that be and analyze	V
Our double nature and compare	Q
All creeds till we have found the one	N2
If one there be ' Ay me I fear	Q
All may not doubt but everywhere	Q
Some must clasp idols Yet my God	B2
Whom call I idol Let Thy dove	K2
Shadow me over and my sins	V
Be unremember'd and Thy love	K2
Enlighten me O teach me yet	B2
Somewhat before the heavy clod	B2
Weighs on me and the busy fret	B2
Of that sharp headed worm begins	V
In the gross blackness underneath	O
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O weary life O weary death	O
O spirit and heart made desolate	B2
O damned vacillating state	B2

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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