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194 A stream of love wells forth when I recall thy Now is thy temple waste, thy glory passed away. Had I an eagle's wings, straight would I fly to thee, Moisten thy holy dust with wet cheeks streaming free. Oh, how I long for thee ! albeit thy King has gone, Albeit where balm once flowed, the serpent dwells alone. Could I but kiss thy dust, so would I fain expire. As sweet as honey then, my passion, my desire !

My two-score years and ten are over. Never again shall youth be mine. The years are ready-winged for flying, What crav'st thou still of feast and wine ? Wilt thou still court man's acclamation. Forgetting what the Lord hath said ? And forfeiting thy weal eternal. By thine own guilty heart misled ? Shalt thou have never done with folly, Still fresh and new must it arise ? Oh heed it not, heed not the senses. But follow God, be meek and wise ;