To Give To Thee
To give to Thee
Many a thing have I,
But of Thee I need
Thy golden wings to fly.
The sod of my thoughts
Through my offering-light
Transforms its pangs,
Transforms its bondage-night.
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To Give To TheeTo give to Thee Many a thing have I, But of Thee I need Thy golden wings to fly. The sod of my thoughts Through my offering-light Transforms its pangs, Transforms its bondage-night. |
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