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I am pale with sick desire, / For my heart is far away / From this world's fitful fire / And this world's waning day; / In a dream it overleaps / A world of tedious ills / To where the sunshine sleeps / On the everlasting hills. -- / Say the Saints: There Angels ease us / Glorified and white. / They say: We rest in Jesus, / Where is not day or night.
My soul saith: I have sought / For a home that is not gained, / I have spent yet nothing bought, / Have laboured but not attained; / My pride strove to mount and grow, / And hath but dwindled down; / My love sought love, and lo! / Hath not attained its crown. -- / Say the Saints: Fresh souls increase us, / None languish or recede. / They say: We love our Jesus, / And He loves us indeed.