December!
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'Tis the perfect time to remember
O, I recall all to this December
Those burning embers
Of my smouldering souls' chambers;
The lost dreams,
The lorn-affections,
And those leprous hopes,
They turn'd my eyes dark
And part'd their slumber.
Like a loafer I wander'd for piece of loaves
And I wished the peace from th' shade of leaves
All I need is a tabernacle to immure;
The wounds of my past life,
And the pains of my future life;
I need a cure,
From all the incurable scars,
And the stanchless tears:
As I always await a lure;
A lure of bright light
In my e'ery dark night,
And I always await for that
To go up my life in my own gait,
From the beginning of every New Year
Or bring my life to bear;
In e'ery day of my life's sphere.
O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul;
Fill now my heart's bowl!
Bless me with majestic dreams,
Gift me a dearie with chaste love,
And bless us with shoreless hopes.
O Lord, unto thee, I lift my soul;
Fill now my heart's bowl!
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