[Pg 37]

Thou bad'st me call Him "Jesus,"

And from our heavy sin

I know He shall release us,

From Sheol win.

But, Lord, forgive! the yearning

That He may sometimes be

Like other children, learning

Beside my knee,

Or playing, prattling, seeking

For help—comes to my heart....

Ah sinful, Lord, I'm speaking—

How good Thou art!

[Pg 38]

[Pg 38]

ADELIL

Proud Adelil! Proud Adelil!

Why does she lie so cold?

(I made her shrink, I made her reel,

I made her white lids fold.)

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