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Alone the world is a burden great
Oh if I canst but let it go
Give me thy grace and ne’er be late
And on thee all my hopes bestow.

Soft shines the light on break of day
A wish— a Chance— a Glance— belief
Beams blaze; break the bleak beggar’s way;
Freedom comes; the Sun bears relief.

Forgotten is the cold of old
And e’en as the Sun dips below
The earth and beams with colors bold
The warmth still burns through twilights glow.

Err’rs like herrings who swim in deep
Waters unknown to them, find no
Way Home again, but not gone sheep;
The Sun warms as higher they grow.

Splendid sapphires, bright red rubies,
Glisn’ing gold, and sparkling silver,
Ev’n all pearls are none next to thee
All the world’s prize I’d ne’er prefer.