I SEEM so blind, I do not always see The cloud by day, nor glowing fire by night That thou hast said should mark the way for me, And lead me on to Thine eternal light. Such sweet desires spring up beside the way, I turn aside, O Lord, to make them mine; They perish soon, they live but for a day, And so I know these joys were never Thine.
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