John A. Hancock Poems

I dreamt last night I set you free from pushing
This chariot I sit in each and every day
Soaring like an eagle upon the wind twas I
All my pain and suffering swept away
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Awake, awake all trees young and old
Let the warmth of spring persuade thy
Sleeping leaves to unfold
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The day draws slowly to a close
While his fear quickly settles in
Watching as the sun goes down
Another sleepless night to begin
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Tis a pity love tis a pity
Thou hast spurn'd me yet again
Bringing loneliness to knock upon my door
To slander thy good name
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An empty bed lies in wait
Just a wooden bench covered in icy snow
The last refuge for a homeless person
Who has no where else to go
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The shame of appearing poor
How it stains my soul each day
Judged not by God
But by the master of my pay
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Softly shall I whisper your sweet name
When my days seem so dark and long
For no sooner shall thy name pass these lips
The ebbing darkness suddenly will be gone
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oft I have look'd towards the sky
By light of day or moon lit night
Seeking knowledge has been my quest
Of this mystery call'd life we all live till death
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Hast thou e'er listened to the silence of the night
Tis a sound all of its own you know
I hear clearly when beneath a shroud of distant stars
In the mystic dark, illuminated by the moon's silvery glow
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If you were to stumble and fall I would catch you
If you cried I would wipe away your tears
If I heard you call out to me in the night
I would be there to chase away your fears
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