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<p>And now on the pinions of evening let rest<lb/> | |||
On our privileged dwellings descend,<lb/> | |||
Let all, by the bounties of providence blest<lb/> | |||
With the spirit of peace shining fair in the breast<lb/> | |||
At the Throne of The Holy one bend.</p> | |||
<p>And O! if a pilgrim <del>who</del> <add>now</add> wandering astray<lb/> | |||
The voice of his shepherd should hear<lb/> | |||
Let him turn swiftly <del>back</del> <add>turn</add> from his perilous way<lb/> | |||
For death is at hand, – & he loves to betray<lb/> | |||
The fool in his crooked career.</p> | |||
<p>Alas! for the desolate soul that is left<lb/> | |||
To wrestle with sorrow & shame<lb/> | |||
When with treachery & <unclear>harm</unclear> the Spirit is deft<lb/> | |||
As it stands on the verge of the <unclear>tenet</unclear> all bereft<lb/> | |||
And remorse lights its heart-searing <add>scorching</add> flame.</p> | |||
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And now on the pinions of evening let rest
On our privileged dwellings descend,
Let all, by the bounties of providence blest
With the spirit of peace shining fair in the breast
At the Throne of The Holy one bend.
And O! if a pilgrim who now wandering astray
The voice of his shepherd should hear
Let him turn swiftly back turn from his perilous way
For death is at hand, – & he loves to betray
The fool in his crooked career.
Alas! for the desolate soul that is left
To wrestle with sorrow & shame
When with treachery & harm the Spirit is deft
As it stands on the verge of the tenet all bereft
And remorse lights its heart-searing scorching flame.
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of laws in general |
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friday evening |
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sir john bowring |
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