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 CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

I take my heart in my hand,

O my God, O my God, My broken heart in my hand:

Thou hast seen, judge Thou. My hope was written on sand,

my God, O my God

Now let Thy judgement stand Yea, judge me now.

This contemn'd of a man,

This marr'd one heedless day, This heart fake Thou to scan

Both within and without. Refine with fire its gold,

Purge Thou its dross away Yea, hold it in Thy hold,

Whence none can pluck it out.

I take my heart in my hand

1 shall not die, but live Before Thy face I stand,

I, for Thou callest such: All that I have I bring,

All that I am I give, Smile Thou and I shall sing,

But shall not question much.

Uphill

DOES the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day?

From morn to night, my friend.

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