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And all I held dear
In my deepest affection;
Ay, all that was near
To my heart’s recollection.
Let me in, I am failing, I beg, I implore,
I can bear no more.”
“How was it that thou thy father lost?”
“He was slain, and I saw the deed.”
“How was it that thou thy lover lost?”
“My father he slew, and I saw the deed.
I wept so bitterly
When he roughly would woo me,
He at last set me free,
And forbore to pursue me.
Let me in, the horror my soul doth fill,
That I love him still.”
Chorus of nuns within the lighted church
Come child, come bride,
To God’s own side,
From grief find rest
On Jesus’ breast.
Rest thy burden of sorrow
On Horeb’s height;
Like the lark, with the morrow
Shall thy soul take flight.
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