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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=461410" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Song III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have mercy on me, my Lord, <br>For a foe treds o'er me and strives<br>Mindfully that time and again<br>I be wearied by all adversity.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cruelly he treds, proud in his throng,<br>Stifling me with cruelness undue;<br>Never's the day I'm free of him,<br>Nor is my night empty of grim fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet, be it day, be it night when <br>Pondrous fear doth oppress, kind Father,<br>Thou, my Defender, art my hope, <br>And in each need to the end shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst I, Lord, being assured <br>In Thy promises, neither blind <br>Human connivance, nor fierce threat,<br>Nor battle's dread would I fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whatever I say, they wrongly construe; <br>To my each deed they give rebuke; <br>Impious ones have turned all care <br>To rendering me most loatheful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In temples by veiled treachery<br>Or open offence they conspire<br>To smite me; my every path they mark,<br>No safety would they afford me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this Thou wouldst suffer, just Lord?<br>Evil ones are to rejoice in such doings? <br>Wouldst Thou waiver bringing unrising <br>Ruin to a Temple of such calumny?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know, verily I know, Lord eternal, <br>That my every defeat Thou dost reckon, <br>Tears from sad eyes Thou dost retain, <br>And dread afflictions' cause Thou dost know;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Work of evildoers Thou turnst to naught,<br>But to me a kindly ear dost lend,<br>And brights signs of Thy benevolence <br>And constant love to me Thou dost reveal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whilst I, Lord, being assured <br>In Thy promises, neither blind<br>Human connivance, nor fierce threat,<br>Nor battle's dread would I fear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever to Thee, fatherly guard <br>Of my being, fuli praise I'll offer<br>In fitting song; unhindered, I'll feign<br>Not giving, free by thy grace, my avowed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sacrifice. With Thine aid, my feet <br>Shall stray not from Thy sacred path, <br>For such time as my spirit's abode <br>In this frail body be, O my Lord!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mikolaj+Sep+Szarzynski">Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski</a><div class=q>
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For a foe treds o'er me and strives
Mindfully that time and again
I be wearied by all adversity.

Cruelly he treds, proud in his throng,
Stifling me with cruelness undue;
Never's the day I'm free of him,
Nor is my night..."></div>
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