HENRY CUST

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��"MOT unto us, O Lord,

• Not unto us the rapture of the day,

The peace of night, or love's divine surprise,

High heart, high speech, high deeds 'mid honouring eyes;

For at Thy word

All these are taken away.

Not unto us, O Lord:

To us thou givest the scorn, the scourge, the scar,

The ache of life, the loneliness of death,

The insufferable sufficiency of breath;

And with Thy sword

Thou piercest very far.

Not unto us, O Lord :

Nay, Lord, but unto her be all things given

My light and life and earth and sky be blasted

But let not all that wealth of loss be wasted:

Let Hell afford

The pavement of her Heaven!

��KATHARINE TYNAN HINKSON

877. Sheep and Lambs

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A LL in the April morning,

• • April airs were abroad;

The sheep with their little lambs Pass'd me by on the road.

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