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Father, I cry to thee for bread / With hungred longing, eager prayer; / Thou hear'st, and givest me instead / More hunger and a half-despair.
0 Lord, how long? My days decline, / My youth is lapped in memories old; / I need not bread alone, but wine -- / See, cup and hand to thee I hold!
And yet thou givest: thanks, O Lord, / That still my heart with hunger faints!
The day will come when at thy board / I sit, forgetting all my plaints.
If rain must come and winds must blow, / And I pore long o'er dim-seen chart, / Yet, Lord, let not the hunger go, / And keep the faintness at my heart.