Suffering
Suffering
Suffering
Yet in this suffering
Yet in these failures
Yet in this drear
There is some dim light there.
Ah! dim light! Rope
Of salvation in the
Waters of tempest
And temptation:
Here
The shore is bleak
And the rocks spell
Hostile desolation.
The heart dictates the style.
Not otherwise.
The waters lap the shore.
Not otherwise.
Ah! dim light! Rope
Of salvation in the
Waters of tempest
And temptation:
Here
The shore is bleak
And the rocks spell
Hostile desolation.
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