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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537548" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Aspirations Of The Soul After God</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My Spouse! in whose presence I live,<br>Sole object of all my desires,<br>Who know'st what a flame I conceive,<br>And canst easily double its fires!<br>How pleasant is all that I meet!<br>From fear of adversity free,<br>I find even sorrow made sweet;<br>Because 'tis assigned me by thee.<br>Transported I see thee display<br>Thy riches and glory divine;<br>I have only my life to repay,<br>Take what I would gladly resign.<br>Thy will is the treasure I seek,<br>For thou art as faithful as strong;<br>There let me, obedient and meek,<br>Repose myself all the day long. <br>My spirit and faculties fail;<br>Oh, finish what love has begun!<br>Destroy what is sinful and frail,<br>And dwell in the soul thou hast won!<br>Dear theme of my wonder and praise,<br>I cry, who is worthy as thou?<br>I can only be silent and gaze!<br>'Tis all that is left to me now.<br>Oh, glory in which I am lost,<br>Too deep for the plummet of thought;<br>On an ocean of Deity tossed,<br>I am swallowed, I sink into nought.<br>Yet, lost and absorbed as I seem,<br>I chant to the praise of my King;<br>And, though overwhelmed by the theme,<br>Am happy whenever I sing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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Sole object of all my desires,
Who know'st what a flame I conceive,
And canst easily double its fires!
How pleasant is all that I meet!
From fear of adversity free,
I find even sorrow made sweet;
Because 'tis a..."></div>
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