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If I might only love my God and die! / But now He bids me love Him and live on, / Now when the bloom of all my life is gone, / The pleasant half of life has quite gone by. / My tree of hope is lopped that spread so high, / And I forget how summer glowed and shone, / While autumn grips me with its fingers wan, / And frets me with its fitful windy sigh. / When autumn passes then must winter numb, / And winter may not pass a weary while, / But when it passes spring shall flower again: / And in that spring who weepeth now shall smile, / Yea, they shall wax who now are on the wane, / Yea, they shall sing for love when Christ shall come.