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LEARNER'S POETIC TASK BOOK.
SEARCHING AFTER GOD.
My God, I love and I adore :
Thou Maker of my vital frame,
My longing sense? Thou Great Unknown,
Or, art thou all diffused abroad
SUNDAY MORNING. Walk to a village church, in the neighbourhood of Oundlo.
Sweet blows the breeze at early morn;
Praise be to thee, Almighty power,
Come, welcome Sabbath! day of rest, With soft composure fill my breast : The world's vain thoughts be far away; Let holy peace attend the day.
See, peeping through the elm-trees tall, The village church's ivy'd wall;
With windows narrow, long, and high ;
Slow wand'ring on, how sweet to hear
Hast’ning along I gain the yard,
Attentive, now, I pause to share
'Tis done-and now the service o'er,