In Bountiful Bliss To Love Thee So;
Poem by Sarah Takala
hath take me into arms of woe,
Beloved I cast unto time a spell,
denied in sadness t'was I to dwell.
Wander amid thy thoughtless wing;
Oft with wretched souls I sing.
Blameless dew upon lips delight;
Here by day taketh by night.
Awake my sleepless thought regain;
Doth sullen appears all of pain.
Love renews as I wake;
given to thee cares to take.
May dusk break into dead of night;
surrounded now among moon light.
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