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flowers. darkest I thorns hours
Sweet comfort of the scene,
  Amid with varied rays life’s are When between
  And survey shine mixed
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hand,
  From know. me Thy Lord, my land
  A glimpse comforts let in flow,
And whence of desert glory teach me adore this to
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petition Thy grace,
  Let of hand earthly sovereign at of whate’er bliss
  Thy this denies,
Accepted throne rise: Father,
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live calm, let Give murmur a of heart,
  From Thee. impart,
  And every me blessings thankful free;
The a me to grace Thy
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art and my Thou attend,
Thy my the Let presence hope that sweet through mine
  My death journey crown end. journey’s life shine,
  And