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A Hymn to God the Father

by John Donne

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Drawing the boundary…

Bereft

by Philip Bourke Marston

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Drawing the boundary…

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A Hymn to God the Father

by John Donne

Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,
Which was my sin, though it were done before?
Wilt thou forgive that sin, through which I run,
And do run still, though still I do deplore?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

Wilt thou forgive that sin which I have won
Others to sin, and made my sin their door?
Wilt thou forgive that sin which I did shun
A year or two, but wallow'd in, a score?
When thou hast done, thou hast not done,
For I have more.

I have a sin of fear, that when I have spun
My last thread, I shall perish on the shore;
But swear by thyself, that at my death thy Son
Shall shine as he shines now, and heretofore;
And, having done that, thou hast done;
I fear no more.

Bereft

by Philip Bourke Marston

I will not mock thy memory, most dear, 
By striving to describe what soul was thine, 
A soul which never more shall look on mine. 
I cannot talk of any higher sphere, 
Nor can I make the utter darkness clear; 
I know no God, I worship at no shrine; 
I only bow before thy life divine! 
I will not tell of voices that I hear; 

I will not tell of secret bitter tears; 
I will not tell of desolated years; 
Of sunless springs that come to ravaged lands; 
Of altered seas that break on altered strands: 
My heart has only room this thing to know, — 
Thou once wast with me, and thou art not now. 

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