And tho God never gave me
Thy spring, yet let me be,
In the golden peace of autumn,
The evening glow to thee!
And tho I may not rest me,
O soul of mine, by thee; —
The quiet of thy slumbers,
Thy dream, O let me be!
Tho other songs may soothe thee,
And slumber bring to thee;—
When sinks the night in silence,
Thy prayer, O let me be!
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