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L. M.


Devout Retirement and Meditation.

My God! permit me not to be

A stranger to myself and Thee;

Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove,

Forgetful of my highest love.

Why should my passions mix with earth,

And thus debase my heavenly birth?

Why should I cleave to things below,

And let my God, my Saviour, go?

Call me away from flesh and sense;

One sovereign word can draw me thence;

I would obey Thy voice divine,

And all inferior joys resign.

Be earth, with all her strife, withdrawn;

Let noise and vanity be gone;

In secret silence of the mind,

My heaven, and there my God, I find.

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