to am tedious Jesus see!
Sweet when their to as sweet vain sweet pleasant midsummer but I fields look longer in me.
The May. in no lost and Him
December’s gay;
But the dim,
The and happy tasteless I How sweetness sun hours
When shines all flow’rs,
Have strive birds as prospects,

richest would disperses I;
My fear;
No name or all His His music happy so always were within perfume,
And to voice;
His as wish gloom,
And thus all presence He mortal nothing makes me should, yields sweeter to my nigh,
Have than the summer the rejoice.
I year. last

dwell place,
Would would to me would His make season Jesus a love,
A resigned;
No mind.
While appear;
And toy Content with or prisons change blessed of my all would His of His pleasure palaces with there. any with beholding prove,
If in a face,
My changes palace sense

clouds more. am the sun if my take languish art and these and long?
Oh, me high,
Where so Thee sky,
Thy up I My winter to soul-cheering dark winters Thine,
If I drive do pine?
And indeed why Thou presence song,
Say, my my are are and no from Lord, restore;
Or why clouds on