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THE GOD OF MY CHILDHOOD. |
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I know not what I thought of Thee, What picture I had made Of that eternal Majesty To whom my childhood prayed. |
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I know I used to lie awake,
And tremble at the shape Of my own thoughts, yet did not wish
Thy terrors to escape. |
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I had no secrets as a child, Yet never spoke of Thee;
The nights we spent together, Lord ! Were only known to me. |
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