Quiet Thine Majority Of Need Poem by James McLain

How it is that i like thee?
Cortly are thy manners to me.
how i liken too with thee
with it's depth and width and size.
and which my heart it can never reach,
i feeling out of the sun it's sight.
forever the ends thy to be
and of ideal swaths thine grace.
liken thee of thee on the level 'loves' everyday'.
Quiet thine majority of need,
by the sun and gleam of candle.
loves liken thus too thee freely,
because the men;
thus tested to obtain mine the line sweet strung heart.
liken it too thee and so purely,
because they turn oft around l/it's praise.
likened too thee with thy passion and put away
and as l' used it;
In my old sorrows, and with my childhood'
faith of freind.
likens thee with a love that seemed to glow
with mine lost saints, - thee i love
with thy breath, smiles, tears, of all my life! - and,
if God choose, me but thee i love better after mine death.



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