2A.XTER'S POEMS. 83 1 ' ll rather groaJl within, and suffer more, Than laugh with them .that stand without thy door. 0 let thy will attract and per'fect mine ! Hereafter not my will be done, but thine. And let the roughest way seem fair and even, That hath thy presence, and doth lead to Heaven. And as thou bid'st me; evermore rejoice, Give me a joyful heart, and praising voice, Suffer not sin to foil thy gi·ace and me ; But make me such as thou wouldst have me ge. Let streams of love flow from thy open breast ; And let me wait, and long to feel the Rest. . THE RETURN. To th e Tune of Pa·s. Mes. Galliard; or, to the common Psalm Tunes. WHo was it that I left behind, "When I went last from home ? That now I all disorder'd find:, When to myself I come ? I thought I had the door fast lock'd When I went last away: And long I'night strangers there have knock'd If none had found my key. When I was here the fire did burn, That now is almost out: Half dead with cold I sit and mourn, Perplex'cl with many a doubt,
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