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I ASK good things that I detest, With speeches fair; Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast, But hear my prayer.

Prayer

I ASK good things that I detest,

With speeches fair;

Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,

But hear my prayer.

I say ill things I would not say -

Things unaware:

Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day,

And not my prayer.

My heart is evil in Thy sight:

My good thoughts flee:

O Lord, I cannot wish aright -

Wish Thou for me.

O bend my words and acts to Thee,

However ill,

That I, whate'er I say or be,

May serve Thee still.

O let my thoughts abide in Thee

Lest I should fall:

Show me Thyself in all I see,

Thou Lord of all.

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To Sydney

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Apologetic Postscript of a Year Later

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To Marcus

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To Ottilie

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This Gloomy Northern Day

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A Valentine's Song

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Hail! Childish Slaves of Social Rules

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Swallows Travel to and Fro

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To Madame Garschine

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Music at the Villa Marina

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