74. Temptation
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O HOLY Lord, who with the Children Three |
| Didst walk the
piercing flame, |
| Help, in those trial-hours, which, save to Thee, |
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I dare not name; |
| Nor let these quivering eyes and sickening heart |
| Crumble to dust beneath the Tempter's dart. |
Thou, who didst once Thy life from Mary's breast |
| Renew from day to
day, |
| Oh, might her smile, severely sweet, but rest |
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On this frail clay! |
| Till I am Thine with my whole soul; and fear, |
| Not feel a secret joy, that Hell is near. |
Frascati.
March 28, 1833. |
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