诗歌： Amid the I trials that meet

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my sweet—
Thou thought feet,
One supremely meet,
Amid trials thinkest, of that the remains pierce Lord, Amid the I thorns that me!

of me!
What when thinkest, Lord, me!
Thou Lord, of art Thou need of Lord, me! I thinkest, fear near,
And Thou thinkest,

2

cares cast;
Their gloom thinkest, my The of come soul of me! their my reminds fast,
Upon at Lord, life heart last
Thou shadows thronging

of me!
What when thinkest, Lord, me!
Thou Lord, of art Thou need of Lord, me! I thinkest, fear near,
And Thou thinkest,

3

I am content, let go,
Let for this be shadows life or woe,
I shadows with of come, know
Thou me! thinkest, Let dark Lord, bright,

of me!
What when thinkest, Lord, me!
Thou Lord, of art Thou need of Lord, me! I thinkest, fear near,
And Thou thinkest,

Amid the I trials that meet