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Blown off was my power - and murdered my peace |
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If thundered in darkness: and if you had faith |
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To move even mountains |
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If profits you nothing |
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When stony and cold is the heart |
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New Year's Morning |
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Then misery taught me - in midwinter's chill |
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That light without warming - is torment of hell |
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To struggle I wanted |
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Towards love's very fountain |
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Myself I did wish to transform |
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New Year's Morning |
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Where darkly from mountains - a thundering sound |
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Ascends with much power - from song of the old |
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Where tones fully bustle - with roar over field |
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As torrent do welter - in dale of the cliffs |
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Just there felt belonging |
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My heart which when speaking |
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Like roar, was an echo in stone |
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New Year's Morning |
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Sing low over forest |
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Sing high over water: |
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God's peace over people of the north |
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New Year's Morning |
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New Year's Morning |