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1. LORD, I do choose the higher than my will. / I would be handled by thy nursing arms / After thy will, not my infant alarms. / Hurt me thou wilt -- but then more loving still, / If more can be and less, in love's perfect zone! / My fancy shrinks from least of all thy harms, / But do thy will with me -- I am thine own.
2. Some things wilt thou not one day turn to dreams? / Some dreams wilt thou not one day turn to fact? / The thing that painful, more than should be, seems, / Shall not thy sliding years with them retract -- / Shall fair realities not counteract? / The thing that was well dreamed of bliss and joy -- / Wilt thou not breathe thy life into the toy?